Luther looked at Amy as she strode in. It was obvious something was wrong.
Amy took a deep, shaky breath, and slammed a bunch of keys on his table. His heart raced. Somehow, the key to Iris' room stood out amongst the others keys, and he swallowed, unable to tear his eyes off it.
If it was what he was thinking, then it wouldn't be pretty.
Amy’s fingers scattered the keys, isolating the key to Iris, her mother's room.
“Amy, I…” He began.
“Damn you!” She suddenly bellowed, and dug her hands into her hair, as she paced the room, breathing hard, not wanting the tears to crash yet. “Not my mom. Just not her. You couldn't just… you can't just hide such stuff from me! For years… years, I've always thought she just… just had some complications, and died. My mother was murdered.” Her words
