I just rushed to the hospital and grabbed a form to admit her, the nurse and other attendants put her…

I was running breathlessly towards my home with the packet of the magic powder closely hugging my bosom and money…

Previously on the Lost Lake, you read about a child who became the victim of domestic violence. His parents are undergoing a bad relationship phase and as a result Dave, the child is beaten up which changes his little mind to run away and never come back. His little sister is way too small to be left alone in the house with fights and remorse. Karl and Marla, his parents are up to no good and the child falls prey to drugs.

Karl was relieved to see her face. He hugged her at the entrance and he remained in her arms speaking nothing. Karl started crying in her arms.He was looking for her from the moment he woke up. He was mourning her demised sister, feeling himself guilty for not taking out time for her or for his own kid. He wanted to apologize for everything and wanted to make amends. His tears broke all the barriers , he had laid on his thoughts and feelings. He could not say anything. He gathered the courage to speak and leaving Marla from his embrace, held her beautiful face in both her hands, tucking her hair flick behind the ear.

Marla with Money and Standard to Live a luxurious Lifestyle was never thinking to stop with her Ambitions to outgrow the intelligence in her field. Two years passed away in the hustle while Karl became reluctant towards ignorance of Marla. He shut down his emotions and feelings by keeping himself engaged with various business dealings,he started staying outdoors most of the time. Meanwhile Marla got pregnant with Dave.

He still remembers when he saw Little Rebo, bundle of joy and cuteness. Rebo was adopted when he was Five. He loved Rebo and played all day long, someone to cherish his presence. Rebo came to live with Dave ever since and bond was beyond imagination.

Have you ever asked the question “why do bad things happen to good people?” Or (even more confusingly) “why do…