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

a strange state of mind as she stood in front of the villa where they

falling to the ground. Luckily, she supported herself by clinging

state, Carlos put

go find Frankie.

Angela’s Library

when she saw Carlos walking towards her mom, she

arm to steady her footing and asked

“What’s wrong?”

seconds, she opened her eyes and pain could be seen so clearly in them. She

as if she

“You are not dead…”

alive! This

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