Chapter 2

But the parents' group chat was already in chaos.

Bella's mom: [Are you guys joking?! It's midnight now, how could that child be pushed from the 36th floor?!]

Jordan's mom: [Who would joke about something like this! Katie and I live in the same complex, the police cars and ambulances all came...]

Then Jordan's mom posted a high-definition photo.

When I saw the image of Zack lying in a pool of blood, my heart suddenly stopped.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

In the image, Zack was wearing the same grass-green basketball uniform I'd seen in my dream.

Although in my dream I had pushed him, it was just a dream.

He had only pulled my Jessica's pigtails—I couldn't possibly kill him over something like that.

I told myself this was all just a coincidence.

The next day, I sent Jessica to kindergarten as usual.

Zack's seat was empty, but the other children didn't seem affected by what happened.

It seemed they didn't yet know that Zack had completely disappeared from this world.

Before leaving the kindergarten, Miss Foster stopped me:

"Nina, you said yesterday that you had something to discuss with me today. What was it about?"

I felt a bit awkward, since just yesterday I'd been planning to teach Zack a good lesson today.

But now that he was already dead, what could I possibly complain about?

So I could only explain:

"It's nothing now. I just wanted to ask about Zack..."

Miss Foster sighed:

"Katie came by this morning and took all of Zack's belongings home."

"She was extremely agitated, saying that if she finds the murderer, she'll definitely get revenge for her son!"

I felt inexplicably guilty:

"Why is she so certain someone else pushed him? Could it have been an accident where Zack fell by himself?"

"Why would a five-year-old child suddenly run to the rooftop! And the police detected the killer's fingerprints on Zack's clothes—they've preliminarily determined it was someone he knew."

The words "someone he knew" immediately put me at ease.

Although I'd met Zack, I wasn't familiar with his family.

I didn't even know which complex they lived in, which building, which unit.

Miss Foster continued:

"Even if it's someone he knew, it won't be easy to find. That child was so naughty—bullying kids at kindergarten, bullying elderly neighbors at home. If he provoked someone petty, they really might have killed him."

Thinking about it, that made sense.

If he hadn't bullied my Jessica multiple times, I wouldn't have thought about going to the kindergarten to settle accounts with him.

And of course, I never would have had such an outrageous dream.

After confirming this matter had nothing to do with me, I brought Jessica home.

But as soon as we got home, the first thing she said was:

"Mommy, why did you push Zack off the building?"