Crushing Weight of Guilt

As the evening drew close, Olivia's feet carried her to the nearest Catholic church, a place she hadn't stepped foot in for months. She collapsed onto a pew, her body wracked with sobs. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her face in her hands.

"Forgive me, God...please forgive me," she whispered, her voice shaking.

But her conscience would not relent. "Murderer! Olivia! You are a murderer! A murderer! A murderer! You think prayers can absolve you of your sins? You're a fraud, Olivia. You traded your scruples for a paycheck."

She wept harder, her mind replaying the events that had led her down this path. Her conscience continued to taunt her, "You helped take a life. You're no better than the worst of them. Your prayers are hollow, your repentance a farce."

The silence of the church seemed to mock her, the statues of saints judging her with cold, stone eyes. Olivia felt trapped in her own personal hell, unable to escape the weight of her guilt.

"Get out, Olivia," her conscience sneered. "You don't belong here. You're a stranger to faith, a stranger to humanity."

And with that, Olivia stumbled out of the church, into the darkness, her tears lost in the night.

Olivia stumbled through the streets, her eyes red from crying, her body exhausted. She finally found herself in front of a government-approved sauna for homeless people. She collapsed onto a bench, trying to find some semblance of rest.

But sleep eluded her. Her conscience continued to haunt her, mocking her attempts at prayer and forgiveness. "Murderer! Make things right! Make things right!"

As the night wore on, Olivia realized that she couldn't escape her guilt. She needed to take action.

With a newfound determination, she rose from the bench and made her way to the police station. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

"I want to turn myself in," she said to the officer at the desk. "I'm responsible for the death of one miss Dorothy, the house help of Mr Raphael's Martins family, the CEO of Global Innovation company. I helped his wife, Sophia Martins to cover it up."

The officer's eyes widened in surprise. "Olivia, you're coming forward voluntarily?"

Olivia nodded, her eyes dry but her heart heavy. "I can't escape my conscience anymore. I need to face the consequences of my actions."

As the officer took her into custody, Olivia felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face the music. She was ready to pay for her sins, not with empty prayers but with concrete action.

Olivia's eyes gazed blankly into the darkness of her police cell, her mind transported back to that fateful night six years ago. She had been walking alone, her torchlight casting eerie shadows on the trees, when she stumbled upon a disturbing scene. A figure, later revealed to be Lyra (now Kyra), was being dragged towards the cliff's edge by Sophia and Ms. Johnson. Olivia's instincts screamed at her to intervene, but fear paralyzed her. Instead, she hid behind a tree, her trembling hands managing to capture a grainy video on her phone.

At the time, she didn't recognize the individuals involved and didn't think much of it, tucking the memory away in the recesses of her mind. However, months later, when she rewatched the footage, her heart sank as she realized the woman who had pushed Lyra was none other than Sophia, the same woman she had helped cover up Dorothy's murder. Pity and guilt washed over her as she realized the connection.

Olivia's intentions to help Lyra were thwarted when she saw Kyra's familiar face, triggering a flood of memories and fears. Her note,"I remember the darkness, the cliff, the fall... And I remember him," was a desperate attempt to reach out, and all she could manage to do before fleeing the country, too afraid of Sophia's potential wrath. Now, in this cold cell, Olivia knew she had to confront her past and face the consequences of her silence.

The CCTV footage video, once a damning piece of evidence, was gone, destroyed by Sophia and Ms. Johnson, leaving Olivia's testimony and the recorded video as the only remaining thread of truth. Her voice trembled as she began to recount her story to the police, hoping that justice would finally be served.