ZANAYAI stopped my car at the place where he currently stays. It's the place where I wouldn't even thought of visiting, but here I am inside the car, contemplating whether to get out or drive away and hide again.However, I kept on reminding myself for how many times that there was no room for cowardice. I needed to face my past so that I could move on towards my future.The things that happened to me a year ago were incomparable. It was an experience that was worth sharing as it had impacted my whole life to become the person I've become today. Life had made me tougher. It made me realized that truth always prevail no matter how much effort we exerted just to hide it. I've learned that trust was such a precious thing you could give to anyone. Trust was fragile too. It's delicate. If it was broke once, it would be hard to glue the broken pieces together.I let out a sigh. This is it.I pushed the door and got out of the car. Now,

ZANAYA I was running... Again. But this time, I was not running away from him. I am actually running towards him. "Hey, Zyfford!" I called him. He immediately turned to me. One of his eyebrows was raised while holding the papers that had been scattered earlier on the floor. "You got something there?" he questioned. I approached him and held my phone in front of him showing the evidence I captured from the crime scene. His eyebrows knitted in confusion. "And what should we do with a letter to a family?" I clicked my tongue. It looked like the great Dave Zyfford lost his touch on Detective works. "Duh. It could be a great help for us to solve the case," I stated in a matter of fact tone. "Babe, you've got to be kidding me," he said which mad