Sparks Of Hatred

19. Now It's Just Wishful Thinking

Mr. Lockwood began to explain again. "We of course demanded answers as to what had happened, and everything seemed to blur together after that. Hilda was murdered by someone. Her neck was cut, and she was hanged. Blood everywhere. We couldn't process it all at once. My head was spinning. Not to mention, there were tons of people. The students were swarming. I was so weak, while my wife was already falling apart. We couldn't process the terrible things that were crammed into our heads at once. The point is, we didn't expect Hilda to die, detective."

Mr. Lockwood rubbed his face roughly. "We don't know what really happened. And we still don't. What did our daughter do? Why was she killed? Who did this to her? Hilda didn't seem to have any problems, and I'm confused as to how something like this could happen to her, detective. My wife and I are still confused. We can't let go, we're still trying, but you know it's not easy to do. Whatever the reason, my daughter doesn't deserve this. She