Chapter 147

It would even give Justin nightmares to this very day, and it was one of the reasons why he didn't really like sleeping.

He would get nightmares of Ava's dead body (which he had imagined it) screaming at the top of her lungs, calling him a 'traitor' a 'liar' and various other nicknames.

If Justin could turn back in time and save his sister, he would.

Ava was the only living relative he had that was alive, and the both of them would always stick for each other.

Or at least Ava would.

Although Justin was older, Ava was always more mature and responsible than him.

Justin was the one who had the brawns, while Ava was the one who had the brains.

Justin wondered if Ava was still alive perhaps, by some miracle, since he had never actually seen her body, but he would often shrug the idea off, not wanting to let himself cling onto that hope.

The hope he had that Ava was still alive and that he didn't kill her.