Inside the Prosecutors Intelligence Service (PIS) building, opposite the receptionist's office, sat Everly and Savannah on the metal bench proposed for clients.

The movement of people were as that of vehicles on the highway, the murmuring of clients and clanking of shoes on the tiled floor could be heard while the mingling scents of different cologne filled the air.

“And that was it.” Everly said, the words leapt out of her mouth almost on their own.

She had just narrated the ordeal of Edwin's death to Savannah.

“Do you still love him?” Savannah asked, staring into her eyes, the question, although simple, felt heavy like she'd something caught up in her throat.

She looked heavenward and exhaled deeply, her mouth crinkling into a smile. She pressed her lips together as her eyes misted with pain.

“He was my future, my only hope…” she tossed her head down as tears trickled down the side of her nose.

“Everything will be calm.” Savannah assured, cuddling her arms around her shoulders