The corpse's dilated pupils seemed to carry a trace of relief, facing the immense grief of losing both husband and son at the same time, she chose to follow them in death.
Margaret, choking back sobs, walked over and leaned into Karita's already cold embrace, crying out loud with a voice full of indescribable sorrow.
All of her relatives in this world had disappeared, and Margaret had never felt the world to be so dim.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she slowly turned her gaze towards the revolver in her mother's hand.
Her father and brother had once solved everything for her, but now she had no one to rely on.
Just as her trembling right hand grasped the gun and aimed it at her own head, the faces of her brother and father flashed before her eyes.
"Ah, our good daughter is bringing coffee to daddy."
"Come on, don't tell the grown-ups, today big brother is taking you out to play."
"My daughter, rest assured, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."
