Chapter 60 Look At Me

"W-What?" I snorted and narrowed my eyes at the picture. "This is ridiculous! This is not even funny! Why would you even joke about my mum's death, Brownie? Why?"

"George, it's not a joke," I heard my father's sombre voice while I was laughing hysterically and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's not a joke."

I cocked my head, analyzing the picture and said, "hmm. Maybe this isn't what it appears to be! It can be someone who-who looks exactly like him or-or..."

"This is him," I heard my father's voices, then footsteps, some noises, but my mind couldn't process any sound because my head was spinning.

A firm hand squeezed my shoulder causing me to flinch and I whirled around. My hand clamped over my mouth as I shook my head when I saw Clark standing right in front of me with handcuffs on. He just stood there frozen, his spine straight and his body rigid like a rock.