As Benjamin studied Catrina, he was struck by the color of her long, flowing hair. It was curly and silver in color, and every strand glistened as if the sunlight was shining on it. Even her makeup looked different. Benjamin knew for sure that she must be experimenting again. He was about to inquire the reason for Catrina’s choice of hair color and makeup when a small piece of yellow paper materialized and floated in the air right in front of him. There was a name on it. It was Ryan. Benjamin gasped at Catrina in shock. He knew what that yellow paper symbolized. No wonder Catrina had been acting rather off ever since she arrived at the diner.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of such tragic news,” Catrina apologized.
Benjamin clenched his fists and shut his eyes. He hated it when Catrina came by with that yellow paper because that meant someone innocent had recently died, and more likely than not, he knew that it was a young person. Maybe even a child. Or worse, a baby.