‘Murderer’The word echoed in Haven’s mind for the hundredth time yet it still hit her hard in the gut every single time.

She could barely recognize the pale silverahired woman staring back at her as she sat in front of the mirror, lost in her own thoughts.

The woman’s blue eyes had turned red and puffy, the dark clutches surrounding them had now turned even darker. Her silver hair was tangled in a mess and her face was streaked with a trail of tears which had dried up.

It had been two ...