I rushed up to the third floor, my heart pounding with worry. The door to the locked room was wide open.
Inside, the room was eerily empty, except for a piano and a bicycle.
Simon was standing in front of the piano, clutching a ball, and crying his heart out.
"Simon, it's okay. Mama's here," I said softly, walking over and pulling him into a hug, trying to calm him down.
He sniffled, his voice trembling. "Mommy, I was picking up the ball and accidentally knocked the frame over. It broke. What should I do? Will Daddy scold me?"
He pointed to the broken photo frame on the floor. I picked it up, and the photo inside showed a beautiful young woman, dressed in a white gown with her hair pulled up. She was leaning against the bicycle and smiling brightly.
I didn't know who she was, but the
