บท 82: A lost sheep

The next few minutes were a blur to Carol. She was vaguely aware of hearing a loud keening sound, and it was only when Sebastian took the phone from her hands to speak with her father, that she realized that the sound was coming from her mouth. Victoria was dead? It sounded so surreal and unbelievable that her sister, who was so full of life and zest, was dead, and worse still, she had been murdered. Sebastian finished talking on the phone and gathered her into his arms, where she sobbed her heart out until she was spent.

"It's all my fault. I should have called her more often." She muttered at last, unable to even summon the strength to speak properly.

"No, my dear. It's not your fault at all. Remember that Victoria always seemed to be pissed at you and rarely ever took your calls."

"I know that, but I should have tried harder. Oh, God! Poor Victoria. Who could have done such an evil thing?" Carol asked, sniffling. She seemed to be on the verge of bursting into tears again.