"The perimeter is fully taped off, sir."

  The officer gave a slight nod, acknowledging the report, but quickly noticed the younger officer had more to say.

  He gestured with his hand, urging him to continue.

  The assistant raised a folded piece of paper and said.

  "I found this at the scene. I believe it's a suicide note."

  The officer took the note from his assistant, turning it between his fingers as he examined it, then carefully unfolded it to review its contents.

  His eyes scanned the page quickly, just enough to confirm that it was, indeed, a suicide note, without delving too deeply into the deceased's personal thoughts.

  Once he was sure it held only the man's final words, he gave a small nod and let out a quiet sigh before saying seriously.

  "Security… I believe we should hand this over to the mother."

  The assistant immediately raised both hands in surrender, as if confessing to a crime, then took a few cautious steps backward, withdrawing from the task.

  "Forgive me, sir, but I have to ask you to excuse me from that one. My poor little heart can't handle the sight of an elderly woman crying."

  The officer stared at him, visibly annoyed by the childish reaction.

  He waved a hand in frustration and replied.

  "Seriously? You're just dumping this on me now?"

  The assistant continued backing away slowly, as if retreating from a crime scene.

  The officer let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

  Now he had to deal with more tears… and more heartbreak.

  "His little heart, huh..."

  He muttered to himself, then pushed away from the wall and headed back toward the scene.

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  The first thing he saw upon reentering the house was the mother, her sobs had quieted, but her eyes still glistened with tears, ready to fall at any moment.

  She sat on one of the chairs, cradling the only thing she had left in her arms… her grandson, sleeping against her chest.

  The boy had found a fragile peace in his grandmother's embrace amidst the storm raging around him.

  Himari stood silently beside them, offering a quiet kind of support, gentle and constant.

  The officer rubbed his nose lightly, gathering himself, then approached the scene slowly.

  The grandmother didn't look up, her gaze distant, lost in thought, gently rocking the boy so as not to disturb his sleep.

  Noticing her lack of response, the officer shifted his attention to Himari and spoke softly.

  "It's getting late, ma'am. You should head home."

  Himari looked at him with concern. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving the grieving woman alone like this, but she knew he was right. She had stayed longer than she realized.

  She leaned down to the grandmother's level, wrapping her arms around her in a gentle embrace, trying to offer some comfort.

  Then she whispered, softly.

  "I'll go now… but please don't hesitate to call me. You're not alone."

  With those words, she stood back up, gave the officer a respectful nod of gratitude, and quietly left the house.

  The officer turned his gaze away as Himari disappeared from sight, then shifted his focus back to the elderly woman seated before him.

  He let out a quiet sigh, fully aware that what he was about to do could carry a heavy emotional toll, but it was something that had to be done.

  He approached her slowly, held out a folded sheet of paper, and spoke in a considerate tone.

  "We found this letter at the scene… it's from your son. It's my duty to give it to you."

  Her expression remained empty, distant.

  She reached out with trembling fingers and took the paper from his hand, nodding silently in gratitude, unable to form words.

  The officer stepped back, giving her space.

  She unfolded the paper gently, and with tearful eyes, began to read the final words her son had left behind.

  "I felt my soul leave my body the moment Nyoko died… Voices echo in my mind, driving me insane. I never realized what my hands have done until the damage is already done… She calls my name. I can see her arms reaching down from the sky, her hands just as soft as I remember, wrapping around my neck.She wants me with her, just as much as I want to be with her. I'm too weak to say no… I'm ending this now. I'm going to her."

  "Goodbye, Mother… I'm no longer the boy you once raised. I'm just a shell of who I used to be. It's all over now."

  Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears once again.

  The letters, those words he had written ,had shattered her into pieces.

  She didn't know whether her son had been consumed by a love so deep it drove him mad,or if he had truly lost his mind the moment his wife died.

  But what she did know, what she clung to with every fiber of her being,

  was that she would live, and she would fight… to raise the boy now resting in her arms.

  She would carve out a life for him, one untouched by emptiness or loss.

  She hugged him tighter against her chest, then leaned down and whispered into his ear, words his sleeping form would never hear,

  but his soul might.

  "I'm always with you… and I'll never leave you, no matter what."