Chapter 13

The photograph was of a dimly lit alleyway, with various angles of a nearly naked woman who draped against a red bin with wandering eyes and smudgy body.

Someone nearby picked up the photo and the chatter exploded almost instantly.

“What’s this?”

“Is this Arana?”

“My God, when did this happen, and this is more than one person, is she…?”

“… “

“Then isn’t that child ...”

Before ‘bastard’ came out of their mouth, Arana crouched down quickly and covered Lily’s ears with hands, and held her into arms, not allowing her to hear or see.

She was trembling all over and she could barely squat, hanging her head desperately low, not daring to let anyone see her face in comparison to those on the photograph.

A quick glance told her the photo recorded what happened on that rainy night seven years ago.