"Dead? Who's dead? What happened? What's going on?"
"I— I don't know, it's all my fault." She whimpered.
"What's going on? You're scaring me." I held her shoulders.
"I—I… Ava." She forced out.
"Ava? What's wrong with her?"
She wailed, shaking her head. "I don't know."
"What happened to my baby? Where's she?!" I screamed.
"Her— her room." She sobbed.
I let go of her, dashing across the living room, sprinted up the stairs and to Ava's room. I was welcomed by blood flowing from Ava who was sprawled on the floor, with her hands above her head and legs in opposite directions. There was a stool below her. Her chest didn't seem to be rising and falling anymore. She looked lifeless.
"Ava!" I screamed rushing to her and knelt beside her.
Elora and a few more maids came running in.
