Ambre ray's diffused into the room from the windows while dark intricate curtains hung down from it leaving a shadowy imprint of two figures in an awkward position.
Ciara's little body jerked noticeably as she took a few steps back, her eyes dilated while her face froze in a mask of horror and her jaw dropped slightly.
'...what…what are they doing ?'.
She asked herself as she slowly walked back, her little head trying to solve the throbbing question.
Though without an answer, she could tell that what they were doing in that room, whatever it could be was wrong.
Backing away carefully, she stumbled into a familiar figure, startled by the impact.
Her head tilted up, her eyes fixed on the gaze from a stern familiar face.
"Mo…Mother ?".
The woman stared at her quietly, her eyes filled with apathy and a hint of grief hid beneath it. She walked past her daughter and walked into the room.
"Mo…Mother wa"-CRASH
