I turned towards the sound. From my father's study at the end of the hallway, a streak of dim light filtered into the darkness. I didn't listen and went into the kitchen, carefully stepping on the cold floor, afraid of tripping over something. She drank some water and filled the container without lighting the candles. I wanted to go back to my place, but suddenly I heard the sound of breaking glass. My heart skipped a beat, I was scared for my dad. She immediately rushed to the office, regretting that she had not put on her shoes.
She stopped at the door, almost touched the handle.
“Don’t blame yourself,” my mother’s quiet voice broke the silence that had arisen, and I froze. “No one knew this would happen.
“Amy was just being used. And I couldn't prevent it. I don't know how they manag
