Alyssa had an extra spring to her step as she walked towards the living room Saturday morning with a new packet of documents that had arrived in the mail yesterday. She felt much lighter and optimistic after scheduling a meeting with her father. Hopefully, all her questions would be answered. After a lot of inner turmoil and soul-searching, Alyssa had come to terms with not being able to change the past. Any answers she got wouldn’t change the fact that her mother died. But she did realise that she needed answers for her own peace of mind. The what-ifs were plaguing here. She needed a clear picture of her father’s hand in her mother’s death. Had he staged everything to purposefully kill her? Or had it been a simple mistake? Either way it was his fault but Alyssa needed to know how big of a
