Freda's POV

I stayed there in the bathroom, crying and thinking about how my life had become so useless and messy. I undressed and moved under the shower, switching it on. I stayed under the shower and I went deep in thoughts. Why did it have to happen this way? I questioned my mind, but I didn't seem to get any reply. I closed my eyes under the shower and the whole incident at the customs office played in my mind like a movie. I patted my hair gently to the back as I took a deep breath and exhaled rapidly.

The sound of the gunshots reverberated in my mind...