Third POV
Two months later...
It was still very early in the morning, when Monika woke up from the constant noise, and the voices coming from somewhere close to her room. She looked at the clock, and since it was hardly past six, she turned to the other side, holding her son tight between her arms, trying to sleep. Much to her disappointment, the unsettling noise only grow louder, to a point she could not ignore anymore.
Sighing in annoyance, Monika decided that it would be better to get up, after all, whatever it was, it would be better to be informed about it. She brushed her teeth and wore a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. Her husband had always hated her carelessness in the way she dressed and bought her piles of very expensive dresses, shoes, and everything else, but
