"My own mother is about to fly back from overseas. I'm planning a surprise homecoming dinner for her. I don't have time for your nonsense."
The line went dead.
On the way to the airport, I saw that Elmer had posted on social media.
Just one line:
"Mom's coming home. I can finally be the son she deserves."
I tapped the like button in silence.
A quiet curiosity stirred in my chest.
When he found out it was his own mother Lorraine had beaten half to death—what would this devoted son do then?
By evening, I arrived at Elmer's Hilltop Villa.
The villa's courtyard was overflowing with flowers and balloons, and a grand golden arch stood at the center, emblazoned with bold lettering:
"Welcome Home, Dear Mother!"
Beneath the arch, every friend and relative of the Farley family had gathered.
When they saw me arrive, a strange, complicated expression crossed each of their faces.
I stepped into the courtyard—and froze.
There, in the corner, lay a body draped in a white sheet.
Every muscle in my body locked up.
Before I could speak, Lorraine stepped forward, putting on a pitiful expression as she addressed me.