Suspicion

It was the time the sun was about to set, casting a warm, orange hue across the sky. In this moment, the Turner family was engulfed in chaos, a scene of profound grief.

Two lifeless bodies lay on the front yard, and the anguished cries of the Turner family echoed through the air, catching the attention of many of the household's servants.

Haley Turner, her face contorted with sorrow and tears streaming down her once-beautiful visage, clutched the body of her son, Henry Turner, tightly against her chest, her cries of despair piercing the air.

"W-Wahhhhhh!!! WHO DID THIS TO YOUUU... MY SONNN....AHHHH!!"

Her heart-wrenching wails filled the air as she held her deceased son's body, her grief too overwhelming to contain.

While she held her son's body, she turned tearfully to her husband and whispered brokenly, "D-D-Dear... L-L-Look at what happened to our son... S-S-Someone cut off his neck... Killed our son... Killed my Henry...!"