"H-how?" I finally manage to ask. Blackstone shuffles to the side and reveals the two guards I had left stationed by the doors when I returned home. They have the answer to my question.
I twist my neck to face them, heads bowed low as if they are at fault.
"Did you leave the doors unattended?"
"No?" The one to the left answers.
"So no one came in?"
I don't know why I am asking such silly questions. A part of me hopes there is someone to blame for my mother's death, to lash out at. That's where my tears have gone. To the anger sated deep inside me. One wrong move from anyone, and I'm butchering them.
Only, everyone is too calm. Too conflicted.
"No. It was only us by the doors until…" the guard to the left glances at his buddy to the right. His eyes slightly widened, he eyes him without uttering a word. As if telling him to speak up. To tell me the wrongs he did.
