David Beckham

Nora was lying down on her bed. Her hair was scattered on the sheets and her eyes were heavy from tears.

It was 3p.m. in the afternoon, and yet she hasn't climbed out of the bed since she woke up that morning.

Her heart was heavy, she was angry and depressed. Diving that man had probably been the worst decision she had made in her life. Not only had she lost her job, she has also lost the chance of getting the money she needed for flying out of the country to a place no one would find her.

She picked her phone on the bed, then she opened it and went to her gallery. Tears of pain filled her eyes as she opened the picture of her father. He was smiling, his dimples shone in his face where he had the tattoo of a small scorpion; he also had green innocent eyes—just like hers.

Nora cried as she looked at the picture and thought of him. If only her father had been innocent like his eyes, maybe he would still be alive today.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Nora knew it was Cath