Chapter 2
I was in a state of shock after hearing the news of my mother's death. I couldn't believe that my own flesh and blood had been taken from me in such a brutal manner. When I arrived at my mother's home, I found the place swarming with police officers, detectives, and forensic experts. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life.

As I walked around the house, observing the chaos unfolding before my eyes , my phone rang again. It was Rose's number, the new helper i had only just spoken to before leaving my house. I thought I'll find her here in my mother's house, but I heard she asked to be excused after giving her statement , she also said she had an emergency at home.

"Hello?" I answered the call.

There was no response on the other end, only the sound of someone crying softly. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that whoever was on the phone was in distress. "Hello, who's there?" I asked again.

After a few seconds of silence, a voice whispered, "I'm sorry, Michael. I'm so sorry." The voice was familiar, and I recognized it instantly as Rose's.

"Rose? What's wrong?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"It's over, Micheal. I can't take it anymore," Rose sobbed.

"What's over? Tell me what's wrong," I urged.

"I can't do it. I can't go on living knowing what I know. I have to do this," Rose said in a choked voice.

"Rose, what are you talking about? You have to talk to me. Help is on the way. Just stay on the line," I pleaded.

But it was no use. Rose ended the call abruptly, leaving me bewildered and frightened. I didn't even know where she was calling from, let alone where she lived. Feeling helpless and scared, I knew that I had to find Rose before it was too late.

I began searching for Rose, going from house to house, knocking on doors and asking anyone who knew her about her whereabouts. As I searched for her, my mind raced with possible scenarios of what might have caused Rose to become so upset. Was it the stress of my mother's death, or was there something else going on? My heart...