Terrified

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🌿Heidi’s POV 🌿

I stared on in shock as the ambulance left with the police van.

Dad held my hand, squeezed tightly, helping me to calm down.

It was as though, I was dreaming. Why would someone wanna kill an old quiet lady like Aryan's grandmother?

“Dearie…you have to go in and offer Aryan some support. She doesn’t have anyone now.”

I stared up at dad, nodded and made my way into the house.

*

I put a arm around Aryan as we sat together on her bed. We were silent. Everywhere was damn silent except for her sniffing.

There was an unanswered question in the air. When I turned to look at Aryan, she was already staring at me.

“Did she tell you what she wanted to say to me?” I asked quietly.

Aryan shook her head and more tears fell off her red eyes. “No. And I think it’s related to her death. I think she found out something very serious, I think she saw what she shouldn’t have seen.”

“And why would she choose to tell me instead? Why did she choose me?” I asked, really confused.