“Helen?” Mrs Fox furrowed her brows in surprise as she answered the door.

“Rachel?” The surprise on her face deepened when she saw her daughter follow behind her sister.

“Where are you two coming from?” she looked behind them expecting another guest. “Did Bruce come to see you?” She asked, recalling Bruce had come in a frantic search for Rachel. And the last time she spoke to Rachel over the phone, they had decided to fix things together.

Rachel froze. A tremor overtook her. She tried futilely to still her shaking body. The bloody image of Bruce materialized before her.

“Rachel, are you alright?” Mrs Fox asked in concern. She...