Who was responsible for this act? Why would anyone want to harm her? She is my sister, my closest friend, my entire world," Jane exclaimed, her voice cracking with emotion. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a heavy fog, obscuring her thoughts and filling her heart with dread. The kitchen, once a place of warmth and laughter, now felt cold and foreboding, the air thick with tension and disbelief.
The maid, overwhelmed with fear, fled the kitchen and contacted the police. "Hello, my name is Sherly, and there has been a murder at the Thornhill residence. We will arrive shortly," she reported, her voice trembling as she struggled to maintain her composure. The words felt surreal, echoing in her mind as she hung up the phone, the gravity of the situation settling in like a stone in her stomach.
Upon returning to the kitchen, Jane began questioning everyone present, her eyes darting from one face to another, searching for answers. The three boys Mr.thornhill ,Tyler and Vincent stood huddled together, their expressions a mix of shock and fear. They were all friends of her sister, but at this moment, they felt like potential suspects. The wife, mrs.thornhill , was pale and trembling, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if trying to hold herself together.
"Did anyone see anything? Did anyone hear anything?" Jane demanded, her voice rising with urgency. The boys exchanged glances, their eyes wide with confusion. "We were just playing video games in the living room," Tom stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "We didn't hear anything until we came in here and saw..."
Jane cut him off, her heart racing. "But why? Who would want to hurt her? She was so loved, so full of life!" The words spilled out of her, a desperate plea for understanding. The room fell silent, the weight of her question hanging in the air like a dark cloud.
The police soon arrived, their presence a mix of relief and dread for Jane. They moved with purpose, taking in the scene, their expressions serious as they began to assess the situation. One officer approached Jane, his demeanor calm but firm. "We need to take everyone into custody for questioning, including your sister," he said gently, but the words felt like a knife to her heart.
"What? No! You can't do that!" Jane protested, her voice rising in panic. She's my sister
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