Chaeyoung wakes up to a buzz of her phone.
Breathing softly, she stretches her hand to grab the device from her nightstand, frowning a little when she realizes her wife isn't sleeping next to her.
"Hello?" she cracks a voice and all she can hear is a distant shouting and wailing.
"Hello?" the blonde sits up on her bed. "Who's this?"
"Ma'am, I'm sorry. Are you Mrs. Chaeyoung Park - Manoban?"
"I am"
"Your wife" the man says and Chaeyoung's heart stops beating for a fucking minute.
"She's dead. 14 shots and she didn't survive. I'm sorry"
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Happy Sunday 💘