Chapter 6

Despite saying so, I still grabbed my phone and clicked on news articles related to "Randell Gunther" and "May Rivera". Someone had taken a photo of her looking haggard as she stepped out of her house, no longer surrounded by a posse. Another news article wrote about how her art exhibition had been completely cancelled, thus causing damage to the Riveras as well. As for Randell, reporters had photographed him alone on the seashore. He had allegedly stood there for a long time, as if looking for something. In the comments, some people called him out for being heartless, some mocked him for deserving it, while others felt sorry for him as he was a "fool who had lost his true love". I found that ridiculous. His "true love" was never me. By the time he was starting to reminisce, I was already slowly drifting further and further away. The little boy sitting beside me, Finley Akroyd, suddenly leaned in curiously. "Ms. Rivera, what are you looking at?" he asked. I hurriedly turned off