The old man's eyes were swollen from crying, his whole body slumped on the ground, weeping bitterly. Anyone could feel the sadness and despair of the person in the photo; it was just a simple photo, yet the overwhelming despair it conveyed was stifling.
Skye Lawrence stared at the photo, her beautiful and heroic jawline tensed tightly. She wanted to make herself look away, not to care.
But she couldn't.
Her gaze was like it had been nailed to the photo, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away from it.
Her chest felt as if it were being pressed by a huge stone, making it difficult to breathe...
Suddenly.
The phone vibrated.
This time it wasn't a text message but a call from Nicholas Lawrence.
Skye hesitated briefly before putting the phone to her ear, her lips parted slightly, "Hello..."
The sound of static crackled from the other end, each crackle striking at her heart. She involuntarily gripped the phone tightly, her heartbeat skipped two beats.
