EMILY’S POV
"Are you not ready yet?" I asked as I opened the door to find Ethan gazing mournfully out the window, as though waiting for someone to appear.
Our grandmother took us in after the funeral of our mother. It had been a week since we moved into her house. Seeing Ethan so deeply affected by what had happened tore at my heart. It felt like torture to wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of his sobs, calling out for our mother. The once cheerful Ethan had lost his spark, withdrawing into his room and shutting himself away from the world. I couldn't bear to see him in such a state and wished I could take all his pain away.
The police were conducting a thorough investigation, but no clear evidence of our mother's death had emerged as of yet. It was a mystery that stumped
