Chapter 9.

A bitter news.

ELSA'S POV.

My heart clenched in pain with the reality hitting more like a sniper's bullet in my soul. 

My daughter is dead. It rushed and repeated in my ears like a hurricane. 

Is Gerald kidding me right now? I questioned myself.

Oh! He must. He should.

I dropped my hands on his desk, trying to keep my face natural and calm, but I couldn't. This is my daughter we are talking about. I couldn't be calm.

"Are you saying that your daughter is dead? Like dead, dead?" I questioned him to clear the air.

All I wanted to hear at that moment was a...