Easy to find
KEITH
Crimson hair. I breathe in the familiar scent. She was that child in the picture. I’m not mistaken. The last person Kenneth slept with before he died. The sole human who knows what happen to him that night. How he died, what chemical was injected to him, preventing any kind of laboratory test to produce result. I reached out and touched her cold cheek.
“At last I found you.” I whispered. Making sure not a single soul inside nor outside who tries to eavesdrop would hear. I nudged the white plastic chair towards me, and sat down. I studied her face covered with scars.
She’s wrapped with different tubes for oxygen and IV bags. Her left eye is deeply patch. Every doctor said the probability of her eye healing is zero. Cornea transplant may stand a chance but the impairment goes deeper in the sensitive organ. Damage a lot of nerves and vital parts inside, including the optic nerves