Now inside her room, Tania drops her school bag changes into her pyjamas and tries to clear her head. She had received too much of information today and came to the realization of the truth she had been afraid of.
She had long suspected that her grandfather's dementia is fake based on her intuition, but forced herself to believe otherwise. now that he's gone and the truth is glaringly before her, she could no longer deny it. She has to face it. She never wanted anything to destroy her grandfather perfect image in her memories which investigating might have done that was why she kept still.
"Why would grandpa lie to me and the general public" she wondered has she places her self on the bed. She lays her back on her bed and stared at the ceiling
Do I really have to do this she murmured. "investigating grandpa's death might lead to me digging up his past; am I really ready for this" she asked herself.
She then stood up from her bed after having laid down for thirteen minutes, and sits at her desk;
I have to do this she said as a matter of factly. "Grandpa's death is too suspicious for me to let go" she declared determined ly to no one in particular.
With that she brought out her laptop and starts to work. She placed several call and by the time she decides to take a break because she was feeling thirsty and hungry as she had no dinner, it was already 12:30 midnight. She stretches her arms removes her glasses and walks downstairs.
She walks wearily to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of cold water; rummaged through the fridge where she found a chicken lap. Carrying her treat she walks towards the living room. what she saw made her stop in her tracks;
Right at the centre of the living room, her uncle was sprawled on the carpet with his face inside a bowl of soup, surrounded by empty bottles of beer. His shirt has a big red stain in front and the some buttons were missing. Tania dropped her chicken lap in panick and rushed forward thinking he had been murdered. She hurriedly checks his body for injuries only to discover none and that the red stain was not blood but red wine. She look closely and saw that his shoes were mismatched, he had a sock on his neck instead of a necktie, and his suit shredded by God knows what. "Oh God! This people will be the death of me" she face palms and start to continue her journey back to her room when a silver light catches her attention. She backtracked and steps gingerly towards the light. It was a USB device sticking out of her uncle's suit chest pocket that was flung on the sofa. She carefully removes it and heads back to her room.
The next morning, Tania wakes up as if nothing happened did her normal cleaning routine and ran through her shower. She went through her wardrobe found a red alter neck top and a blue jean and pulls out her black boots. She dons the jean and top pulls on her boot and reaches for her black hand bag which she placed on top of her wardrobe.
As she brings the bag down a picture falls to her feet.
She placed the bag on the bed and stares lovingly at the picture. It was a picture of her and her grandfather that was taken in front of the farm house when she was a kid. She places the picture into her bag and inserted the USB device to her laptop so as to browse through the content. She scrolled through the files and could not find anything suspicious immediately so she copied them and unplugged the USB device.
She went in front of her dresser puts on light make up, let her hair loose and combs it's silkiness backwards. She rummaged through her drawer found her sunshades and puts them on grabs her bag and walks out of her room to grab an early breakfast.
Stepping into the living room her uncle was no longer there but the beer bottles are still littered on the floor and the suit still on the sofa. She returns the device to it's rightful place and walks to the kitchen. On entering the kitchen she immediately wished she didn't. "What in the world happened here" the kitchen was a disaster. It was as if an earthquake just occurred the whole area disorganized and laying right in the middle of the mess was her aunt with her hair scattered and tangled like a bird nest. She steps carefully towards her trying not to soil her boot with the ketchup on the floor, checks for her breathing and after confirming that she's alive, walks straight out of the house.