“WHY?”

“Why do we need to put everything to a halt just because your daughter is not here?” Alison screamed at the top of her lungs. Veins in her forehead and neck start to bulge, and her eyes fill with rage and a malevolent aura. But Albert is too preoccupied with the scene in front of him to notice how she looks.

The room is trashed beyond recognition. The sheets and curtains were torn to pieces. The bed was deformed as if it had been stabbed multiple times. The paintings, clothes, and even the drawers are thrown on the floor.

Albert could only sigh and slowly back away from the...