Twisted.

Fiona's POV

The warden walked me into an office. I sat for a while, nervously waiting. She entered a few minutes later, but not with Mrs. Smith. Instead, a woman in a white lab coat followed her in.

"Where's Mrs. Smith?" I asked.

"This is Mrs. Yang, the morgue officer," the warden said. "I'm so sorry to inform you that Mrs. Smith died this morning."

I got up from the chair and walked slowly to the officer, who continued, "Apparently, she committed suicide. There was compression of the blood vessel and..."

"Wait, suicide?" My chest felt heavy as I fell back into the chair. "Why would she commit suicide?"

"She left this," the warden said, reaching into her pocket and handing me a note. I clutched it without looking at it. "Where's her body?"

The morgue officer led me into the freezer, where her body lay naked and bare. I burst into tears, holding her cold hands.

"Here," the officer pointed to her neck. "The rope must have done a lot of damage. I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Fiona," she s