"Rosalie, don’t be reckless. She may be your mother, but she murdered your whole family."
"You have no idea when she might strike again. Even you might not be safe."
"This case isn’t something you can shoulder on your own. It’s dangerous, far too dangerous."
Just thinking about how the woman who once cradled me in her loving arms had now become a name people whispered in fear, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
"If she really did come looking for me, that would almost be a relief."
"At least then, I could finally ask her face-to-face why she did it."
For as long as I could remember, Mom had always been gentle and kind to the core.
She met everyone with a smile and often told us, "Family is a person’s greatest harbor. There’s nothing more sacred than blood."
I couldn’t make sense of it. I didn’t want to believe it.
She had always doted on us, adored Dad and treated Grandma with respect.
So why did she destroy the very people she claimed to love most?
With that confusion weighing heavy on my chest, I turned down my mentor’s plea without hesitation.
I dropped out and went back home.
The house that once echoed with laughter now sat in chilling silence.