It had been there since I was born, and I remembered you telling me it was a symbol of your love with Mom.
Surely, my father would recognize it, right?
After all, he was the Sherlock Holmes of murder cases!
But he glanced at it briefly and then let go.
I forgot, my body was discarded in a pigsty, so it could have gotten dirty.
"Extract the victim's DNA. Currently, we don't have many leads to go on. Confirming the victim's identity is the top priority right now."
My Aunt Yvonne rushed in, looking flustered.
"Neil, I just called Ann, but she didn't answer. It's her birthday today, right? I ordered a cake for her and went to her rented apartment, but she wasn't there. Could she have gone to see you?"
She held a bunch of gifts in her hands.
It seemed like they were all meant for me.
Unfortunately, Aunt Yvonne, my mouth can no longer open. I'm sorry for disappointing your kind intentions.
Growing up, Aunt Yvonne had always been the kindest to me.
After my mother passed away, she became the one who loved me the most!
However, my father didn't allow her to love me too much.
Because I was a sinner, having such a sinner as a family member was something everyone should have been ashamed of!