Florence turned to look at Chester's lifeless body. The sight seemed to knock the breath out of her, and she collapsed into another fit of wrenching sobs."Why couldn't it have been Ivy who died? She deserves it, just like her parents did… My poor son…"I looked at Florence, then at Marigold Collins, and murmured tremblingly, "How could this happen? Mom, didn't you say Mari was Chester's cousin, and she's just staying temporarily at our family home…"Marigold, the woman who had come with Florence, shrank into the corner, avoiding my gaze. She looked helpless as her eyes darted between me and Chester's body on the autopsy table.Holding the child in her arms tightly, she let tears stream silently down her face.For a moment, I stood frozen before finally snapping. I stormed out of the forensic room, ran into a nearby office, and grabbed a water cup from a desk.I hurled it against the wall with a loud crash. I even let out a raw, piercing scream as I swept everything off the desk
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