He almost killed me this time. Almost. All the struggles have made me tough, but I will come back stronger. Opening up did not go as planned, and my feelings are all over the place. I finally found someone to rely on, someone who is made for me. So why can't I stop thinking about his two best friends? Despite all the warnings, my search for the truth continues. I need to know what happened the night my parents died, even if it means I might meet the same fate. With hints of involvement from people I least expect, I will have to fight harder than ever for myself and my family. And if I fail… the consequences could be deadly. Is my need for justice worth jeopardizing my new life? Or will my path to the truth be the last twist of the knife?
