Krystal confronted Anne.

Twenty-five. 25.

I got home with a heavy heart. I knew no rest. My conscience judged me as though I was the one who killed Dad.

I felt bad and responsible for his death but then, I am also a victim. A victim of mom's madness and insatiable cravings for powers.

I sat to think, if I felt so guilty that Dad died, how would Mom feel or Dalton?

I mean they were the ones involved in his death and yet they are living a peaceful life without any guilt.

Why did Dad's spirit not fight back like the way I see it in movies? He should have fought back.

This is the height of wickedness itself, for a woman to kill her husband.

What did Dad do to deserve such from Mom and Dalton?

The question throbbed in my heart and I urged to know why.

Why did Mom do it?

I spur up out of the room, out to Mom's room. She has a lot of answering to do, only she holds the answer to my questions.

I barged into her room without even knocking because I was full of rage.

"Krystal, what the… " she jumped