Trying to learn to write in english

He took her purse and gave it to me. I took a seat and opened it. I fumbled around for her mobile phone or documents. I found her driving license. The name was Rachel Ryan. The birth date was 1994. "Too young to die" I thought. I started feeling a bit feverish. "Have you found her phone? It is better to inform her parents" said the old man. "No, she has not got one here, maybe she has it, in her pockets." He looked at her coat cautiously. "It seems not". I put her stuff back in her purse. "Her name is Rachel" I said emotionlessly. I saw it on her driving license. He did not care much. He seemed to feel a great sorrow as it was his personal loss. I remembered him because of that . "What is taking the police so long ?" I asked the woman who I clearly remembered called them. She shrugged her shoulders. Being in the middle of all this made me feel dizzy. I needed some fresh air. I went to the door.