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e stench was overwhelming. The body was lying on the ground, face down in a pool of blood. I could see a large wound on the back of the head, and there was blood splat

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the world went black as I walked in...right in front of me was my mum... The lifeless body of m

ng my clothes with her blood, now thickened by the amount of time I had spent away. I shouldn't have made that trip, I blamed

s evident in my voice........ I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room felt suffocating as if all the air had been sucked out. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of th

tark reminder of the reality before me. The weight of guilt and regret pressed down my chest, making it

punch to the gut, a release of the pain that threatened to consume me. I wanted to scre

, and a profound sense of loss. My mind was a whirlwind of memories, regret

ant reminder of the love and warmth that had been stolen from my life. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over our once vibrant home, casting a shadow on everything we held dear. I

would never be the same again. The pain I felt deep down was a reflection

sk table, went through them too but found nothing. The blood stains on the walls leading to the bathroom indicated that she might have been attacked there but struggled

struggled, cried, screamed and they still took her life. Was she in some kind of trouble with bad people? I would not want to think that. My mother was a cold loner.

with a cadaver trolley and headed for the body, wrapped her in a body bag, and took her

ght of how she was killed. No one deserves to die like that, she was

piercing blue eyes were like windows into his intellect, always observing and analyzing his surroundings. Jake had a strong jawline that added to his determined and confident demeanor. He had a lean and athletic build, a testament to his active and adventurous lifestyle. Whether he was cha

stigators meticulously collecting evidence, and the air was thick with unanswered questions. Jake's eyes scanned the room,

his power to find the person responsible for my mother's tragic death. His presence alone provided a glimmer of hope amidst the

They carefully examined the scattered files, searching for any clue that could shed light on what had happened. The blo