Unfolding the Past

Day Twenty Three…

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Abigail stood frozen in her spot. She was still in a daze, trying to process what she had just heard. Was this just a coincidence? A person whom she saw with Monica before was now talking to someone while mentioning Monica's name.

She was wondering if this person was somehow connected to Monica. 

'Is he just talking to someone whose name is the same as Monica, Nathan's woman?'

Abigail immediately shook her head, disregarding her thoughts. 'No way. I saw how Monica died in front of Nathan. I shot her right through her head. She died on the spot.'

Abigail planned on eavesdropping further but someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder. She almost twisted that someone's hand but she stopped as soon as she recognized the person. It was Chantha.

"Miss Abi, what are you doing here?" Chantha asked her in puzzlement. She saw her leaving the Boutique a while ago. She wondered where she would be going so she followed her.