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?

her intuition told her that something must have happened

trembling fingers, she turned on the

whole house in turn. Shoes were neatly arranged in the entrance hall, and she glimpsed Rodney's shoes on the cabinet, as usual, so she could see that Rodney had returned. She hurriedly

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. It was a hideous reddish-brown

into the living

of

curled up on the ground, and his blood was

blood. The death-like blood on the ground was no longer flowing,

and

while, unable to accept the reality in front of her. Just how could something like this even happen? He was just fine in the morning! How could she explain this

long time, her numb body walked forward mechanically, until

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 could not help but