s of fall arrived in light showers, the glo

eal shook me to the core, but in my heart, I couldn't help but feel that there was a divine presence looking out for me. In that moment, Detective Johnson released his grip o

see his face and identify who he was, all I could discern was the side profile, marked by three distinct, scratched lines above his left eyebrow. Despite the chaos and fear, there was no denying the man's ou

tective Johnson's face, buried beneath the weight of his guilt as he remained s

on before entering the car and driving away. I was left be

wo million dollars. Tears continued to flow as I grappled with the confusion and uncertain

s I sat behind the wheel, rain pelted the windshield, blurring my vision. Lost in a daze, my thoughts were cons

ux of cash in my car trunk, I was faced with the dilemma of what to do and where to hide t

ing up with a poor foster mother had instilled in me the desire to one day at

e young age of sixteen. Finding an after-school job to support the household strained my high school experience and le

away a year later, leaving me all alone. The pain of losing the pe

passed, my foster mother had set up a trust fund for me and secured a job for

hought of them perishing in such a horrifying manner made my stomach churn with anguish. I long

stating accident. It was only a matter of time before I had to leave Sasha's

ampering myself with luxurious hair treatments, stylish clothes, and renting an elegant apartment all seemed tempting. Perhaps I coul

waver. This wasn't the person I was raised to be. The lur

re surged within me to uncover the identity of the man with the distinctive mark above his eye, a feelin

y lesson. If this man had cared enough to call for an ambulance that whisked me away to the ho

elled, her eyes conveying a mix of anger and worry. "I've been trying to reach you incessantly since

ad indeed been on the brink of death in a secluded alley, combined with her

tly, tears streaming down our faces until

in," Sasha warned with a stern yet relieved expressio

nuinely remorseful for the

fe, I couldn't bring myself to do so. She was already deeply concerned, and I didn't want to prolong the e

body. Thirsty and on edge, I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen. Suddenly, the landline started ringing, causin

ere?" I hesitantly u

ng my heart to skip a beat. The kitchen fell into an eerie silence,

tempting yet intriguing tone lacing its words. Curiously, i

't it?" I nerv

in his voice. "If you attempt to unravel the events of that night, I will make your life u

number?" I demanded, a mixture of c

a mischievous grin evident as he emphasized my name.

son I had entered the kitchen in the first place. My curiosity peaked, the desire to uncover the

, startled by her presence as I turned to fin

anding there?" I asked, my

The questioning look she gave me made me wonder just how much of the conver

th a myriad of thoughts swirling in my mind, I struggled to find the right way to

ll. However, a realization suddenly struck me. Wasn't I now the possessor of two million dollars? What was I doing, desperately hunting for a job? Frustration mixed with self-righteousness washed ove

shoes, desperately needing a moment of rest. Yet, as I prepared to lie down, my gaze fell u

I exclaimed aloud, sh