Nicky and I were standing outside the Mansion where we were both born and where we had a happy childhood with our parents.
We held each other’s hand and walked in, as it was not easy for us to go inside the house where we had seen the corpse of parents covered with blood.
I was shaking, as we walked in. The mansion was very old but had been maintained really well by our housekeeper. But few months back, she passed away and after that occasionally Nick would hire someone to clean the mansion.
We walked in with our suitcases as we had decided that we will stay here for some days. We knew it would bring back that horrific scene again and again in front of us but we needed to face the facts and we could not ignore the fact that the house belonged to our beloved parents and as long
