“Amelia, I know that Mad Woman! Her name is Eunice!!!”-hongtran

“Your father suffered because of Eunice’s lie,” she continued.
“And now Eunice is suffering because of what happened to her daughter.”
Her words sank deep into my heart.
I thought about Grace.
The girl I shot during my university days.
The girl who died because of jealousy and foolish love.
The girl who was Eunice’s only child.
I covered my face and cried.
“My sins destroyed her life,” I whispered.
“And her lie destroyed Daddy’s life.”
My father sighed deeply.
“The past has a way of finding us,” he said quietly.

Just then—
A loud knock came from the front gate.
All three of us froze.
Another knock followed.
Slow.
Heavy.
My father stood up slowly and walked toward the window.
He pulled the curtain slightly.
Then his face changed.
“Who is it?” my mother asked nervously.
My father turned toward us.
His expression was tense.
“She’s here.”
My heart stopped.
“Who?”
“Eunice.”
My legs felt weak.
“What… what does she want?”
My father opened the door slowly.
Standing outside the gate was the Mad Woman.
Her hair was messy.
Her clothes torn.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were sharp and burning with something dangerous.
In her hands she held something tightly.
A framed photograph.
The picture of her daughter.
Grace.
She looked straight at me.
Then she spoke quietly.
“You have confessed.”
Her voice was calmer than before.
“But confession does not bring my child back.”
My throat dried.
“What do you want from me?” I asked weakly.
She stepped closer.
“Justice.”
The word echoed through the compound like thunder.
And in that moment, I realized something terrifying.
The past had finally caught up with me.
And there was no place left to run.