Almost perfect
The morning of August 18, 2011, began like a dream. The aroma of warm pancakes filled the room, and Naia had risen early, sitting at the table with a nearly sleepy smile. A true little glutton, Mom said affectionately. In the afternoon, we hosted a small gathering at home, complete with a chocolate cake and balloons; it was delightful to prepare everything as a family. We had dinner that evening, which was prepared by Naïa and me, and it turned out to be quite good. Afterward, we went to bed. The next morning, I was a bit surprised not to see my mother preparing breakfast as she usually does. I went to their room, and that’s when I discovered the lifeless bodies of my parents. When Naïa saw them, she fainted. It was horrifying...
'I am deeply sorry, Miss Dulce,' said the inspector.
“Why is your cheek swollen?”
“I fell down the stairs.”
“Oh, I see. And the bruises on your sister’s arms are also from her fainting?”
“Naïa and I have both experienced trauma; I ask that you refrain from further comment.”
“I understand. I will come back later.”
