THEO'S POV

I opened the door quietly and tiptoed inside. I had returned late from work; as usual and I did not want to wake her up.

I know she would be very disappointed but I'll try my best to make it up her tomorrow. I sighed and made my way back to my room.

It's been five years. five whole years since Cheryl died. So they said. But I couldn't understand why I found it hard to believe. Even after Victor showed me proof. He showed me images of her battered body after she had been pulled out of the water but still my mind, my body, my heart,...