You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther got into the car and instructed Aaron, "Go to the forensic identification center.”

"Yes." Aaron responded, "Luther..."

Aaron wanted to say something but finally he held it back. This morning he received a phone call from Luther, rushed back to Khebury, first went to the Warner residence, and then to the police station to find out what really happened. Although they had got various proof against Joyce, he did not believe that Joyce would kill Grandma.

He hadn't known Joyce for a long time, but he knew, deep in his heart, Joyce was a woman with great love.

"What are you trying to say?" Luther clutched the divorce agreement in his hand, his handsome face now livid.

Joyce signed the divorce papers without a second thought, and didn't even ask him. She was so dismissive of the marriage. He felt really resentful but he could not say it out loud.

sighed, "It's nothing." The Bentley sped along, arriving at the forensic

had long before used his connections

saw Luther get out of the car, and respectfully led them

through the eerie corridor, the heavy iron door was open, and the staff walked right inside. According to the number, he pulled out a freezer, and the bone-chilling cold air gushed out, freezing

to believe, now he saw Stephanie's body

not even shed a tear. Stephanie lay quietly in the

who was closest to him since he was a child, taught him so many things. The person he respected and loved most,

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pen handed to him by the staff and clutched

an autopsy meant that she could not be buried whole. It