- And? What are we going to do about it? – Michael paced their mother’s room, where they had gathered to search for clues.
- There’s nothing here! – Jess said. – We’ve searched everything few times and nothing.
Lack of answers was frustrating, but this place was soothing. Isabo’s bedroom has not changed since five years – it looked exactly the same as on the day of her death. Opposite the door there was a large window with a low, wide sill full of pillows – their mother loved to sit there with some good book and a cup of hot chocolate. On the left of the entrance there was a large bed with a soft mattress, covered with a sapphire bedspread and piles of blue pillows. These colors perfectly matched the walls painted in soft heather tone. For this fluffy plum carpets and anti
