The sun was setting. Nathalia had just finished her last class. Walking around the campus, she felt her heart heavy, and her mind troubled.
It's so strange. Things are going well, but I feel there's something wrong.
Her phone rang. She saw the name and heaved a heavy sigh.
"Nathalia, I have something to tell you. It's about your mother." It was from Frank.
"My mother. You still have the guts to talk about my mother?!" Nathalia shouted furiously. He has no right to talk about my mother, murderer!
"Don't you want to know how your mother died?"
Nathalia trembled. She couldn't believe it. "What did you say?"
"I've just parked outside the campus. Come find me if you want to know." Frank hung up.
Nathalia ran out to the gate straight away. She spotted the familiar car parked in the shade.
