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My life was once a monotonous routine of work, work, and more work. The excitement was nonexistent, and my relationships were strained, especially with my mom. We'd fight constantly, and I'd often say things I'd later regret. But one argument stood out - the one where I told her I hated her, only to realize those might be the last words I ever spoke to her.

That fateful evening, I returned to our shared apartment, expecting my mom's signature gesture of frustration - her pointed shoe. Instead, I was met with an eerie silence. Her favorite book lay open on her cherished couch, and her phone remained untouched. My mom's quirks were legendary, but this scene was unsettling.

As I stepped further into the apartment, the air greeted me with an ominous scent - blood. My heart sank, and my mind racing, I wondered what had happened. Was my mom okay? Had our last argument triggered something irreparable?

Little did I know, my life was about to take a drastic turn, one that would shatter my mundane existence and plunge me into a world of uncertainty and chaos