After cleaning a bit more, I went to my in-laws' house. Once I opened the door, I saw Matthew's mother leaning on the sofa and sobbing uncontrollably while Matthew's father patted her back in an attempt to console her.
"What crime did my son commit? My son!" She started pounding her chest in agony as she wailed.
I waited by the front door.
"Kate…" I called out with a heavy heart. If I dared to greet them with a smile, I would be kicked out immediately.
Upon hearing my voice, my father-in-law, Jeremy, looked at me and said, "Ciara, come on in!"
I put aside the things I had brought and was about to take off my shoes to put on the guest slippers. However, he waved his hand, indicating that that was not necessary.
"There's no need. The house has been in a mess for the past few days.
