*Storm's POV*

In my view, Kim was a genuinely good person, but now she was no more, just like Evelyn before her. It was hard to hold back my emotions as I clutched the letter intended for Kim, feeling the harsh sand scrape down my throat, making it difficult to swallow.

With my due date only a few weeks away, I struggled to find the strength to move, let alone give birth in this state. I wiped away a stray tear from my cheek and reminded myself that I had to be strong; dwelling on this loss wouldn't help.

My determination shifted to seeking justice for her death, and I...