“A pair of elderly people just showed up. They claim the deceased’s features are strikingly similar to their daughter’s. Should we allow them in to identify the body?”
Anthony nodded, “Bring them in.”
Damon was taken aback when he saw my parents being led in by patrol officers ten minutes later. He frowned and asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Can you stop interfering already? Once I wrap this case up, I’ll go get your daughter back.”
My mom sobbed and shook her head. “Damon, don’t you know about a mother’s intuition? My heart has been aching nonstop. Something has happened to my daughter.”
I sobbed uncontrollably behind them. At this point, I actually hoped that the truth would be buried forever. It was better to let my parents hold on to hope than to see them fall into despair.
Damon could no longer refuse, so he let them in. Of course, he didn’t think the person lying in the mortuary was me. In his mind, I was simply sulking somewhere, away from the world.
But when my mother saw the body, she fainted on the spot. My father stepped forward, trembling, and grabbed my mangled hand.
“This is my daughter. No matter what’s happened to her, I’d recognise her anywhere.”
Damon’s cigarette fell to the floor. How ironic. The mangled corpse on the autopsy table was a perfect representation of our shattered love right now.
Damon shoved through the few patrol officers standing outside the mortuary. “Who… Who did you say she was?” His hands trembled at his sides. He looked at my body with disbelief.
He staggered and fell to his knees in front of me, tearing his hair with his hands. My father ignored him, crying quietly as he held my hand. “Daisy… how did you end up like this?”
The other patrol officers were unable to bear the scene and escorted my parents out. My mother’s heartbreaking screams echoed throughout the corridors.
I wanted to follow them, but I could only stay here, trapped beside Damon. His lips trembled as his bloodshot eyes fixed on mine.
“Daisy? Is it really you? No… it can’t be. They’re mistaken.”
“You cannot be Daisy… That stubborn, impossible woman would not have died like this. No… This cannot be! This cannot be her!” Damon shook his head furiously, muttering to himself in denial. I used to wonder if Damon would ever regret it if I died, but now that I’d seen it with my own eyes, all I felt was a gut-wrenching sickness clawing at me from deep within.
Damon’s phone rang again, and he answered in a daze: “Hello?””
A piercing scream came from the other end, a woman’s voice shrill with fear.
“Damon, I am so scared; please help me! Somebody kidnapped me! He says you need to come alone right now! He has tied a bomb to me. Please come and save me!”
Damon froze and rushed out of the mortuary when he heard Mira’s voice.
“Put together a team! Adrian has shown up! We need to go and save the hostages!”
