It took me a few minutes before I could understand what was going on. We were on the floor, a few inches away from the body. Gray was holding me, his hands wrapped tightly around me, and shielding my head.
I moved a little, my eyes wide as I took it in. The policemen had rushed out, probably because of the sound, and Gray slowly came off me and turned to it.
Aunt Maureen's eyes were wide open, and despite not knowing much about medicine or people, I knew there was no life in those eyes. Just fear. Regret. Terror.
I swallowed hard and turned to Gray, who was watching it too, his eyes wide. He helped me up and turned to the body, taking a few steps to it. She was bound tightly with a strong cast of duct tape, but right over her mouth, was a plastered paper.
It simply reas in dull red co
