Being a Singh was the worst curse of your life after the death of Andie Bell and your brother, Sal. Andie's death was a murder, and Sal was believed to be the killer. Everyone decided Sal killed himself out of guilt.

Ever since, the Singh family has been treated like dirt. Their name dragged through the mud. Everyone would point and whisper. Every damn day you were ridiculed at school. You couldn't go anywhere without people making a comment about you.

Pippa Fitz-Amobi. The girl who's doing the case of Andie Bell and Sal Singh for her capstone project. She had bravery to genuinely come knocking on the Singh's door.

Your brother, Ravi answered the door. He slammed the door once, but after a few minutes, Pippa persuaded him to let her in. He inquired if she'd like any coffee, which she replied she'd like it black. He gave her a confused look but did it anyway, then asking you if you wanted your last remaining Razzleberry Peace Tea that's in the fridge.

You were sitting at the table, doing homework. You looked up at him and nodded as Pippa slipped on the opposite side of you, now across the table.

Ravi passes you the can, and you place it beside you and get back to work.

"What are you working on?"

Pippa asks you.