The front door creaked open slowly upon Liam's push. He stood by the doorpost, right hand in his pants pocket and his left hand holding his suit jacket on his shoulder. He stood with a distant look in his eyes. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Helen was gone even though he was just coming from her funeral.
He could still smell the blood on the floor although it had been scrubbed clean. He walked inside slowly, leaving the door wide open and looking around the empty house. He picked up a photo of her smiling in front of the house when she was still younger. He tried fighting the tears that had welled up in his eyes but alas, he lost the battle as it streamed down his face upon seeing her.
Liam sank into one of the couches, clutching the photo in his hand. He stared a
