Kevin glanced up at the body hanging from the ceiling.
Is this what Mrs Lena meant when she said she was going to put an end to all this? She was going insane after all—there’d been no masked man with her all along. She was losing her mind.
Tears trickled down his eyes.
We should have moved her to a mental clinic when we had the chance-–maybe then, she’d still be alive.
A sick feeling rose in his stomach, and he felt his leg tremble from looking at her lifeless body swivelling from the ceiling.
“Mrs Lena…” His mouth moved with great difficulty as if searching for the right question to ask.
“Why?”
Kevin picked up the chair that’d been flipped beneath her feet and climbed onto it to reach her. He scrutinized the rope she’d used; it was the clinic tube. He untied her from the ceiling a
