In the corpse's dilated pupils, there seemed to be a trace of relief. Faced with the immense grief of losing both her husband and son, she had chosen to follow them in death.
Choking on her sobs, Margaret walked over and leaned into Karita's already cold embrace. She broke down and wept, her voice full of an inconsolable grief.
All of her relatives in this world had vanished. Margaret had never felt the world to be so bleak.
She didn't know how much time had passed. Still sobbing, she slowly looked at the revolver in her mother's hand.
Her father, brother, and mother had always solved everything for her, but now, she couldn't rely on anyone.
Just as her trembling right hand gripped the gun and aimed it at her own head, the faces of her brother and father flashed before her eyes.
"Ah, our good girl has brought Dad his coffee."
"Come on, don't tell the adults. Today, I'm taking you out to play."
"My daughter, rest assured, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."
