The news of an attack on a powerful person like Declan, which took his wife's life, quickly spread. Every newspaper in the country covered Yasmin's funeral, and it was even discussed on social media.
The news reached the frail and pale woman who worked in the bakery as well. She came to a halt in the middle of packing croissants to watch the news on TV. Her hands were trembling violently.
"Excuse me." The man in front of the counter called her. "Hello. Are you okay?"
She came out of her trance and apologized, "I-I am so sorry, Sir." She quickly finished packing and handed the package to him. "Have a nice day, Sir." She forced a smile at him.
"Thanks."
The man left.
She sagged on the stool, her gaze moving to the TV. All the horrifying images crossed the back of her mind. It had been a month since the unfortunate incident had occurred, but it felt like it happened the day before. Everything was vivid in her mind.
