Nathan left the doorway he had leaned on to earlier and approached Adriana.

He had given her enough time to grieve.

The cops had already left and all that was left of the murder was the bloody words on the floor.

"What do you want to do now?" Nathan asked a frozen Adriana.

"I don't know." She answered and looked around the house that took her in. The only place she could call home for three years and now that she knew she was not alone, This happened. Fate would not just stop fucking with her.

She remembered the words her late mother had engraved to the ground with her...