Chapter Thirty Five
We are gathered here today to share the pain.
Wendy managed to
control her emotion on a minimum, and that is saying something. There were not a lot of people who knew Andrew—well, those who had lived in the same perspective as him. She does not want more people from school to know what happened and it was clear that even Aine wanted a quiet funeral.
Aeira felt nothing but bad, knowing she had dragged enough people in her own problem. Everything became relatively blur in her eyes, all she remembered was that Andrew got shot while they could not do anything to save him. Just as he said, Jun had one of his guns missing and based on the autopsy, there was indeed poison laced on the bullet wound.
“I am so sorry that you have to go through something lik
