Chapter 7

The death of Felicity continued to dominate online discussions.

Countless conspiracy theories and speculations circulated.

Shaw family stock prices plummeted, with countless media outlets camped outside the homes of those involved, desperate for the truth.

Meanwhile, I had returned to my hometown.

After my parents passed away, I rarely came back, fearing the memories would overwhelm me.

The old house was covered in a thick layer of dust.

It took an entire day to clean it up to a barely acceptable state.

Lying in my familiar room, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over me. I had no energy to dwell on the mess of the past.

I slept soundly and peacefully.

Yet in my dreams, I kept seeing that figure I didn't want to face.

I dreamed of when I was very young, and Dashiell lived next door.

Our families were close, so we often played together and caused mischief.

Once, I was upset after arguing with Elena and Damien, and I vented to Dashiell.