CELESTINE's P O V

‘‘Sir Arnold!’’ Jason just stepped out of the room, and when Arnold turned to look at him, I quickly took advantage of the opportunity to get away from him and out of the building. I immediately flagged down a taxi and left.

‘‘To the funeral parlor, please…’’ I told the driver and he nodded, driving away from the police station.

I looked out the window, and I didn’t realize that I was already crying, my tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

My mind was filled with Uncle Karl’s words before he passed away. It was so painful to consider the fact that he...