Graciela’s POV

I want to stop these tears, I want to stop crying, but I just couldn’t stop. Mom is dead, she is gone and it’s all my fault. I tried falling asleep, but the stench of blood on my body keeps making me nauseous and I keep seeing pictures of my mother's body as she lay dead on the cold floor. I ran to the bathroom and had a bath, scrubbing my body so hard that it turned red. No matter how I try to scrub it away, the stench just wouldn’t go away, it felt like I was back at the warehouse again. She didn’t deserve to die...