ADDAMS

Whitney had almost spent an hour in the room, with her mother's corpse before I entered, we talked with Mrs. Lucas's carcass as if she was there, alive, filled with all the vitality she always showed.

Whitney narrated the different moments she shared with me, we talked and blurted a laugh at every occasion which needed to, though it was a humorless laugh. A laugh filled with grief, devoided of any pleasure.

It was the only thing we had to do, we laughed not to cry, a faded smirk that hid all the pain we felt.

After a moment in the room, the doctor came to inform us that the period allocated for visits had already been exhausted, and we had to leave the room.

We went out and Withney's maid and butler were still waiting for us.

We didn't go back home immediately, she wanted to go to her mansion first before we would go back home.

We entered our vehicle, Jelena and Nelson as I heard her calling them, entered theirs, and we drove to the mansion.

After a while of driving, we were at the mansion, this house was filled with memories, I could remember the last time we laughed, seated in this garden as if it was just the day before that one.

We climbed down the vehicle and we nonchalantly walked to enter the house, glaring at our surroundings, everything seemed to be different without this presence, and this mood she succeeded to spread wherever she was.

Jelena and Nelson were behind us they were trekking at our rhythm, and suddenly Whitney stopped in the living room.

We were motionless, her behavior was abrupt and weird. She was speechless glaring at the space.

And she suddenly whirled, looking at the maid.
"Have you arranged my mother's room?" she asked, she was talking about the bedroom.

With a nod, they all responded "Yes madam"

"We arranged it as she always ordered madam" Nelson demarked his response.

"Okay, I want it to remain like that, don't change anything, even the smallest stuff," said she with a tone more than serious.

"It will remain like that" they agreed.

"Tell me something," she said sitting on the sofa

I was at her side, and the others were seated in front of us, we were all taped at her lips, waiting for the words which would come out.

"Tell me everything that happened" she started

"I want to know, how she behaved when she came back from the visit to this site. How she felt at the sun rising. Don't minimize any detail. I am hearing" she ordered.

Even for me, it was weird to believe this cause. A heart attack? She had never manifested any symptoms, dad was the only suspect we had, however, I didn't find any reason he had to do it.

He was not a fool to kill his business partner, he couldn't be the murderer. He had no profit by doing it.

"I was with her at the site madam. There were some workers present about ten" Nelson started explaining, making an end to this seance of speculation I was delivering myself to.

She was there attentive, listening to every word. "We walked and we explored the site looking at how the work progressed," he continued.

"After about an hour we were trekking back to our vehicle, and Mr. Wilson ordered three bottles of water for us and he gave one to each of us" he finished with his monologue without any interruption.

"Have you drank your bottle? was it any difference between your bottle and the one reserved for mum?" She asked,

"All the bottles were the same madam, he ordered them from a random employee at the site" he responded.

"Thank you" she declared and faced Jelena.

"Tell me how she behaved at home when she came back" she ordered

"There was nothing special madam, she ordered a cup of tea and walked to her compartment as she always did"

"Everything was going well until we heard a yell in her room, she was dying, with her hand on her chest crying her heart," she said wiping the tears away.

Whitney stopped her, she didn't want to hear about her mom's agony. I held her hand and with a nod "It will be alright, don't bother" she responded.

"Nelson drove us to the hospital" she continued.

"Who told you to go with her to my dad's hospital" I interrupted her, it was strange, my dad's hospital was not the nearest one, though they thought of going there.

"As we were driving, her phone rang in her pocket it was Mr. Wilson who wanted to be sure she had reached the home safely" she responded, which increased the suspicions, Whitney and I glared at each other, without any word.

"Continue" Whitney claimed for more explanation.

"He advised us to go to his hospital to get the best specificity"

"We reached the hospital and a doctor went toward us taking her immediately to the emergency department"

"Some minutes later Mr.Wilson was there. And we remembered we had to inform you" she stopped with a sigh.

"ALRIGHT," said she.

Her mood started to shift, her aura was different, and she was slowly changing into the Whitney I knew at the beginning.

This unfriendly and frozen heart woman, this woman I struggled to transform. Mrs.Lucas knew it would happen it was why she told me to support her whatever would happen and to remember I am the one she loved.

It was true, Dad was suspect in this affair though It could also be just a coincidence. If dad was the murderer, why would he have done it?

Killing her wasn't the best method to attain his objective, I knew he loved her though killing her mother wouldn't make her love him back.

He couldn't be the one, with time Whitney would surely understand It was a heart attack, and we would all force ourselves to believe it.

"Mom is no more there, but I want you to always take care of this mansion please."

"You couldn't fancy about the memories I had there and how precious they are" she asserted, without continuing the discussion about her mom trespassing.
What did she plan?

We stood, and taking them in our hands for a goodbye, we headed home.
Would she ever be used to her mom's absence?

They are some wounds impossible to heal even with time.