Chapter 9

Sophia was awake staring at the intricate carvings on the ceiling above her.

The constant noise of the crickets from outside her window was the only sound heard at such a dead hour while her mind traipsed.

She painstakingly sat up on her bed and sighed dejectedly. One look at her stiff legs the depression would seem to come back in full force.

Nobody would ever imagine waking up to discover their limbs had become numb, docile, and forever lose the privilege to walk.

Freda her help wasn't around anymore to help her to her wheelchair, So she decided to do it herself.

Sophia struggled to get on her chair and fetch a glass of water from the kitchen since the one kept on her bedside was finished.

She drank a lot of water whenever she was nervous and she was nervous because today Stanley and Maureen had insisted on seeing the investigation to its end. After all, the police found the culp