The bag was muddy and dirty, but I could see the name engraved next to a French flag. ‘Elisha,’ I inwardly mumbled with a heavy heart. No. She didn’t take her life by jumping off the bridge. That wasn’t the Elisha I knew.
“No! it’s not a suicide note!” Sophie cryingly objected, looking at the bag while the officers lined and laid the items on the table.
“Sophie…” Sam held Sophie tightly as Sophie wanted to see all those familiar stuff on the table.
“Those are just letters for us! Not a suicide note,” Sophie sobbed before darting her eyes back at me. “You! It’s your f*****g fault, Kyle!” she shouted, “I always know you are a bad news, and I wasn’t wrong,”
“Please calm down, Sophie,” Sam mumbled.
I was speechless. I tried to be optimistic, but how would I when there were letters li
