Author's POV:
"How are you, Jessica?" Darcy asked her.
She had just met up with Charlotte, helping her with the ritual, and now she was visiting Jessica again.
"Just breathing. Barely breathing," Jessica said, smiling weakly.
Jessica was trying her best to remodel her life, to find some courage, to find some strength to rebuild her life. But every time she took two steps, she would fall down again.
"I know what you're dealing with. But what if I tell you that you killing your brother has done you more good than anything bad?" Darcy said.
Jessica frowned.
"What do you mean by it has done me good? I did not kill him for myself," she hissed almost instantly.
Darcy realized that she needed to be careful with this one.
"I'm sorry to say this, but Jessica, your brother single-handedly ruined everything for you. So you mourning for him is just you making everybody realize that you regret killing a criminal."
