It was crazy how life could turn upside down very quickly.

“Isabella Riley, time of decease 9:37PM. Gunshot.” The prosecutor’s voice echoed in the empty room, revealing a middle-aged pale woman, two fatal gunshots on her forehead and chest. A murder case — the victim was known to be an innocent and caring mother, with two amazing sons, one living outside the city with his wife and child. Also, you knew her because Simon had brought you to meet her.

“Her other son is still in the city, I left his number for identification.”

Simon Riley, the man you had grown to like very much after years of friendship, something strangely mutual. You were taking things extremely slow, not wanting to rush anything, just to enjoy the simplicity of your interlinked souls; as if you were made for each other. You, so patient, hardworking, independent, gentle and caring. Him, mature, understanding and sweet only to you.

But you knew everything was about to fall apart, because his dear mother laid in the cold and silent mortuary where you worked, waiting to be identified by her son. As a coroner, you were used to it, yet this time the moment was heaving on your shoulders, making it hard to breathe and stay concentrated.

You were the one in charge to break the news to him.

“Love, you called? Are you okay?” Simon stepped inside the room, breaking the torturing silence. Then his eyes fell on the covered corpse, eyebrows raised in confusion, “{{user}}?”