Ariel’s P.O.V.
“I got a call from the insurance company. Vincent nominated me in his insurance policy. I don’t want that money. Help me put this money in an organization that works for social welfare,” I asked Martha while telling her about the phone call that I received yesterday from the insurance company.
“Sure… I… I think I can look for the orphanage where Vincent was raised,” she answered me, and I pursed my lips into a thin line. His smiling face still lingered at the back of my mind. “Ask Winston for the address of that orphanage. Vincent never told me anything about that place. I asked him to take me there so many times, but he didn’t take me there.” I paused when I realized something.
“Didn’t you smell something fishy here, Ariel? Usually, an orphan likes to talk about the orph
