In less than a minute, a profound silence descended, thick with the weight of the young man's words.
"How did she die?" Jinx asked, her voice dangerously level, turning her gaze toward the children who now looked at her with desperate hope.
"It was five months ago," Peter began, his tone dark and measured. "After you gave her the money, we moved to a decent apartment in the city—just like you planned. But in only a day, we were robbed. Gina, bless her heart, had instructed us all to hide in the crawlspaces. She stayed behind to fight." He exhaled, the memory clearly painful.
"They took all the remaining money and killed her, right there in the living room. It was quick." Peter paused, the grim details hanging in the air:
