Hyun Soo shoved the door open, his breath catching when he saw his mother sprawled on the floor. Min Jun was right behind him, his face clouded with worry as he glanced from Hyun Soo to Madam Park.
"Mom! Are you okay?" Hyun Soo rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he pulled her up.
"Yes, I'm fine," Park Jiwoo assured him, her voice shaky but steady. "But why did you and Min Jun come here?" she asked, confusion flickering across her face. "I slipped. The floor had water on it," she explained, glancing down at the wet tiles.
Hyun Soo swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. "We heard you cry out. We thought something happened," he said, his voice strained. Even though nothing had happened yet, the clock had already struck ten, and dread gnawed at him. This was the window—the time when his mother was supposed to be found dead. Every second that passed felt like borrowed time.
