It was the landlady.

She lived upstairs, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw them at the door. “Who are you? Where is Rosie?”

The apartment had poor soundproofing, and the argument of the four people could be heard clearly.

She was a quiet person, and there had been little noise when I lived here.

After her question, I watched as the four of them fell silent, as if their throats had been squeezed.

After a long pause, my mother spoke. “We are Rosie’s family. She has passed away, and we are here to sort through her things.”

The landlady was shocked and disbelieving, and she began to...