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.

cold gravestone in her dreams

mind as she stood in front of the villa where they used to

became weak. She staggered, almost falling to the

distressed state, Carlos put

find Frankie. I’ll join

Angela’s Library

Piggy looked at her mom, wanting to say something. But when she saw

steady her footing

“What’s wrong?”

few seconds, she opened her eyes and pain could be

if she was confirming that he

“You are not dead…”

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