"Who killed my niece?" I asked, my blood boiling. They didn't return her whole body. My niece was returned to me in pieces. The only family I had left in this world was in pieces. Their words became echoes in my ears—words I didn't want to hear, words I refused to understand. "Tega?" I whispered as his name reached me. "Her best friend, Tega, did this." "No." I shook my head. "I can't believe that." "He is already in police custody," the officer informed me. "He has gone to trial and has been sentenced to death." The words hit me like a truck, and I collapsed onto the sofa. "No... It's not true. They have framed him." "Tega would never hurt her."
