Hughes
Elysia had never looked cuter than she did when she was pouting; and there was Gracia too, with that smile I had fallen in love with.
And there was the blood slowly sinking into the ink, the precious picture becoming ruined, tainted by the dead blood of their father.
A voice, speaking through the phone still hanging from the line...
"Hughes! Hughes! Answer me, damn it!"
But there was no answer.
A dead body can not speak.
And the rain fell...