Aspen

DAY EIGHTEEN

”I could not see the face.” I replied with a heavy sigh. “I suspect that it's my father.”

“It's not.” Killian chimed in. His voice was firm, like he knew very deep within himself that it was not my father who had attacked me.

“The person was dressed in black. All black. I could not tell the gender but the person had a hoodie on. They hit me with the flower vase from behind.”

“Do you have any suspects?” I shook my head. I did not have any friends ...