"I'm terribly sorry for your lost Ms. Philips"
"Thank you detective..."
"If there's anything else I can-"
"I apreciate your concern Mr. Morris, but I...we will be just fine"
I see my mother smile sadly at detective Morris as he nods and says goodbye leaving the house. My mother closes the front door and stands still holding the door knob. I watch her from the top of the stairs silently. She just stands there. I move my head to look at the end of the corridor, towards my father studio, the door was closed though. I turn my head once again to look at my mother. She let go the door knob and turns around with her head lowered. Her eyes were covered by her long dark brown hair. She walks up the stairs, walking towards my father studio, opening the door. I follow her not saying a word. As I reach her, she turns around and looks at me. I stop moving as my body seemed to freeze. Her eyes were red and swollen from all the tears she had shed. But that wasn't the reason why I felt a cold shiver running through my spine, no. Her eyes also were showing hatred and accusing me for what happened. She closes the door slowly with her eyes locked on mine. The door closes and I just stand there unable to move. That was the first time I truly felt hated, that was the last time I've seen my mother.