Silence And Submission (Editing)

In Which Death Comes knocking 1

I took a sip from my glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. There was something odd about the taste. It was too sour, almost bitter. I stole glances at uncle Paulo and uncle Vincent as they whispered at the table.

"Aren't you going to finish your breakfast?" Mama asked when I stood suddenly from the table. Grandpapa hadn't joined us for breakfast.

"I'll eat later," I answered as I walked out of the dinning room.
I ignored the questioning gazes of my uncles.

"Why don't you check on your grandfather? Maybe send him a tray of food," uncle Vincentè said.

I stopped at the door.

"Rosario can do it," I said.

"But I asked you to send it," he said.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. Like something bad was going to happen.

"No. Send someone else."

I closed the door behind me and walked back to my room.

Six days, I sighed. Six days were all I had left to stay in Chicago and possibly unravel the treachery within the family.
I liked to think that I was a great detective but who was I kidding. I wasn't good at that kind of stuff.

I searched for my earphones. I was certain I placed them on my bedside table.

I flinched when I heard a loud scream. It was Rosario. Accompanied by the rapidly increasing sounds of my uncles' voices. I rushed out and almost bumped into mama. She held my hand and pulled me towards grandpapa's room.

Outside, Rosario was shaking and tears were running down her cheeks.

What was happening? What was going on?

Uncle Vincentè walked out the room with his eyes downcast.

My heart froze. For a second, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

"He's gone," uncle Vincentè said.

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