At the same time.
In the evening, as the setting sun sank in the west, its afterglow painted the sky a particularly magnificent and enchanting red.
Fiona, with her backpack on her back, walked home, her heart racing inexplicably, feeling an uneasy sense of dread, her eyelids also twitching wildly.
"..."
Fiona clutched the area over her heart, her face filled with collagen serious, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace a bit.
After a lengthy walk, she returned to the residential complex.
The door was slightly ajar.
"Mom... today I..."
Fiona pushed open the door, saw the mess inside and the fresh blood on the floor, felt a stabbing pain in her eyes, and the words she had not finished saying got stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
"Mom!"
Fiona dropped her backpack and ran to Mrs. Nicholas, dropping to her knees, just about to reach out and touch her mother's cheek, when she remembered what her father had said about crime scenes during investigations.
"Mom... Mom..."
