You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Cecelia trotted out of the military hospital and drove back to the Heath family.

The distance was just 2 km, but it became extra long because of the traffic everywhere. After driving for nearly ten minutes, she was so impatient that she finally simply parked the car at the intersection and got out to walk home.

Jogging all the way, she finally reached the door, only to see that all the lights in the entire villa were turned off, and darkness shrouded the spire house, giving her a surprisingly gloomy and gruesome feeling. Her heartbeat accelerated again for no reason, her heart thumping hard, and the inexplicable uneasiness rushed up again.

She kept reassuring herself that either the old man hadn't come home yet or he was sleeping, which was why the house was left unlit.

The moment she opened the door, Cecelia, with the acumen of a soldier, immediately detected an unusual scent.

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It was very light and faint, but enough for her to distinguish.

How is that possible? How could there be the smell of blood in the house?

intuition told her that something must have happened at

she turned on

in the entrance hall, and she glimpsed Rodney's shoes on the cabinet, as usual, so she could see

was the faint echo of an empty house. She cautiously walked in. The dining room was empty, the parlor was empty, and as soon as she stepped out of the parlor, she glimpsed a shocking puddle of blood spreading over the floor.

into the living

in front of her

up on the ground, and his

The death-like blood on the ground was no longer flowing, and the air was filled with the pungent smell

was stunned and dumbfounded, and her brain

unable to accept the reality in front of her. Just how could something like this even happen? He was just fine in the

a long time, her numb body walked forward mechanically, until she

gently stroked him. She knew he was dead. He had bled so much that he couldn't possibly still be alive. His body had begun to stiffen, without a trace of warmth. Her hands were stained with his blood. She looked at her hand, and tears