Diane’s P.O.V.

To date, this had been the saddest day of my life.

The gloom was covering me like an invisible robe, seeping through my skin. Eventually, it was converted into a string of pulses that traveled towards my heart, accessing me morosely.

Aside from the fact that no one was present in the house when I woke up earlier—I didn’t even have any idea where Mom and my siblings had gone through—I was also overly stressed at work. I even had dark eye bags showing on top of my cheeks, resulting from drowning myself in frequent and consecutive overtimes, which I just covered up with a concealer. Stress was...