Today, Evan's reactions to Melissa's surgery made me feel like he was completely different from his previous life.
Evan died on the same day as me. After finding out that my throat was cut, he hurriedly carried me to the hospital.
But when he was carrying me downstairs, he was pushed hard and hit the back of his head on the cold cement floor.
And the person who pushed him was Thomas.
The reality was, obviously, that Melissa called Thomas over to help her clean up the mess.
I stroked Evan's face and smiled, "But we don't have any evidence to prove that they killed us."
In the quiet room, I could only hear Evan's faint sighs.
After less than half an hour of silence, Melissa's crying and screaming came from the next room.
Evan and I hurried over, only to find that Melissa was covering her nose in panic.
Blood was oozing out of her fingers, which looked terrifying.
As soon as she saw us, Melissa cursed and shouted, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take me to the hospital!"
Melissa's nose bridge completely collapsed, and her nose wrinkled up like an old witch.
Along the way, the clothes on her chest were soaked with blood, and there was a strong smell of blood in the car.