Carlos’ face darkened when Debbie refused to step inside the villa

“Don’t you want to know what kind of place your daughter will be spending her next three days at?” he asked. The irritation in his voice was evident.

However, she didn’t respond. As she stared at the villa, she remembered the black and white funerary couplet hanging on each side of the doorway and Carlos’ black and white portrait in the Living room.

The vision was so… terrifying.

The memories of what had happened three years ago returned to her in waves-the music studio Carlos had built for her, their dog Hum, the sunflowers they had planted together… And then James’ vicious face popped into her mind, saying, “Debbie, Carlos is dead! Ha-ha! He is really dead!”

Many nights, Debbie had woken up screaming, troubled by the nightmares of James’ evil face and disgusting voice.

Some nights, she used to wake up crying after dreaming of Carlos tender smile.

gravestone in her dreams and used to wake

as she stood in front

and her legs became weak. She staggered, almost falling to the ground. Luckily, she supported herself by clinging on to her

state, Carlos put Piggy down and coaxed

find Frankie. I’ll join you

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mom, wanting to say something. But when she saw Carlos walking towards her mom, she turned around and ran

arm to steady

“What’s wrong?”

she opened her eyes and pain could

held his arm tighter as if she was confirming

“You are not dead…”

is alive! This

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