Amidst this disarray, lying motionless and eerily still, was a woman—Lily’s mother. The sight was haunting, her pale face contrasting sharply with the vibrant chaos surrounding her, signaling an urgent and grave situation.
She was sprawled on the floor, her face ghostly pale and her breath shallow, creating an eerie stillness that contrasted sharply with the earlier commotion. The scene was unsettling: the kitchen was a mess of disarray, with cans and packages strewn about as if someone had been frantically searching for something.