Chapter 166 Depression

• Even a toddler can smell the desolation soaring in the air of the Monson villa. It’s a bone-wrenching feeling. One even the workers partook in. Michelle has cried about Sia’s lose. Other servants commiserated.
• It’s been one week and five hours since the news about the plane crash in the gulf of Mexico spread like a firestorm.
• It’s been one week and five hours since Sia locked herself in her room, wanting death to grip her arms. She wants it all to end.