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She was ruthlessly murdered. The words were drilled in your brain.

"Who would've done such a thing?" Your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Atlas placed an arm around your shoulder. It felt like your world was spinning and crumbling. She was just alive and well—not well because of her grandmother, but, still, she was breathing hours ago. You can't wrap your head around the fact that you'll never see her again or talk to her again.

"Sshh, it's all going to be fine," Atlas mumbled as he gently rubbed your arm.

"No, it isn't Atlas. Everything is turning to shit," you said. "At least they aren't pointing us out as suspects."

The police walked over and told both of you that you'd been cleared. You let out an exasperated sigh and walked out of the station. Atlas followed you.

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