A soft sigh escaped Mrs Fiona's lips as she reached out to pull Elena to sit with her on a sofa.

"Yes poisoned. Arsenic poison," she said.

"Could it be that someone poisoned them before they came back from the trip?" Stephen asked from where he now sat alone across them.

Elena furrowed her eyebrows as she pondered on Stephen's words.

"It could be… God!" Elena exclaimed as her hand flew to tug on her hair.

"Don't worry Elena, the police would find whoever poisoned them, and they will pay," Mrs Fiona comforted.

"But my mom won't come back," Elena replied as the tears welled up her eyes again.

Mrs Fiona reached out to touch Elena's face, wiping her tears with her palm. Stephen came to join them in the three seater sofa they were sitting on. He placed an arm on Elena's shoulder and she turned to look at him.

"I know that catching the murderers won't bring back your mother but at least, they would pay for what they did," he said.

She sniffed, shaking her head sadly.

"I just can't believe that I would never see my mother again. I can't believe that she is really gone…"

As Elena spoke, she travelled down memory lane...

Elena and her mother had just arrived home after a shopping spree. They were both laughing over something as they got off the car and headed for the boot to take out the shopping bags piled inside.

"Next time, I am driving mom. No wonder dad never let you drive. You suck at it," Elena said in between laughter as she took out four shopping bags from the boot, two in each of her hand.

"Just stop it you silly girl!" Dorathy said and reached out to playfully knuckle her daughter on the head. Elena dodged and ran into the house. Dorathy grabbed two shopping bags and ran after her daughter, into the house.

Elena froze the moment she stepped into their sitting room, and then she turned to look at her mother who had frozen behind her.

Elena turned back to the shirtless man standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him and his lips curved upwards to form a smirk.

He started to approach her but only scoffed when he reached her, before proceeding to go to her mother behind her. Elena could feel her blood boiling.

"Baby," he whispered to Dorathy in a quiet voice which for some reason irritated Elena.

"How are you even here?" Dorathy asked.

Elena sighed and moved to the center table to place the shopping bags in her hands.

"I still have a key, remember?" he said, a smug smile now spread across his face.

"Mom, you should have taken back the key from him," Elena said as she stood on one side watching them.

"Well, it is not too late to take it back now," Dorathy said to Elena, and then stretched out her palm to the man in front of her.

"Come on Dorathy, you really do not want to push through with this divorce," he said.

"Give me the keys Kelvin! Now!" Dorathy's voice thundered in the sitting room. For someone as small as Dorathy, she had quite a mighty voice.

"You heard her a**hole! Hand the keys back… You are not wanted here," Elena chipped in.

"Stay out of this Elena," Kelvin hissed, passing Elena a murderous glare. She scoffed, clearly not scared.

"I will leave baby," he said, returning his gaze to Dorathy. He reached out to touch her face but she stepped back, avoiding his reach and his gaze.

He chuckled, and then reached into his trousers pocket, he fished the keys out and placed it in Dorathy's palm.

Kelvin turned to pick up his shirt from the couch, and then started to put it on. His eyes moved to Elena and locked on her as he buttoned the shirt slowly. She scoffed at him and he chuckled.

"You can't get rid of me easy and you know it… I will be back," he said to Dorathy, his voice almost a whisper, and then he stormed out of the house.

"I am calling the security company to change all the locks in this house. I don't trust that man, he could have duplicated the keys for all we know," Elena said, moving to go sit on a sofa.

She turned to look at her mother when she didn't get any reaction from her even after a few seconds. Her mom just stood, transfixed.

"Mom?" she called and her mother turned to look at her jerking.

"Don't tell me you are having second thoughts?" Elena asked, standing up and walking towards her mother. Her gaze on her was quizzical.

"I don't know baby… I just… You know…" Dorathy's voice trailed off.

"No mom, you are not going to back down now… You are getting that divorce. This man doesn't deserve you…" Elena pressed.

"But…" Dorathy started.

"No buts mom… Come on, why are you even having second thoughts? Have you forgotten what that man did? Have you?" Elena asked, her voice angry.

"I haven't… But he has apologized. He is sorry… He has changed…" Dorathy's voice shook as she spoke.

Elena's gaze on her mother turned to one of disbelief. "Mom can you even listen to yourself? I don't care about any of that, we are not getting messed up in his sh*t…"

"Elena? Elena?" Stephen's voice broke Elena out of her train of thoughts. He seemed to have been shaking her shoulder too.

Elena stared into his worried hazel eyes and she drew a sharp breath.

"I am sorry, what were you saying?" she asked him.

"Not me… her," he said, directing Elena's gaze to his grandma.

"I am sorry grandma," Elena apologized to Mrs Fiona.

"It's fine dear. I was only saying that the police are going to mark your apartment as a crime scene and you should most probably go shopping with Stephen to get anything you may need while you stay here with us," Mrs Fiona said and Elena gasped as a thought occured to her.

"They are closing our house? Wait, do you mean the police are already there? Like right now?" Elena asked, jumping to her feet in panic.

"Is anything wrong?" Mrs Fiona asked, staring at Elena quizzically.

Elena caught herself and gave herself a mental knock on the head.

"I guess she just want to get some of her things from the apartment before they mark it as a crime scene. Not everything can be bought, you know?" Stephen said, joining Elena to stand.

"Oh, you are right… Well, if you hurry, you might arrive in time before the police seal off the place completely," Mrs Fiona muttered as she stood up.

"I will be in my room. I have to get off these wet clothes."

Mrs Fiona left the sitting room as soon as the words left her lips. The moment she was gone, Stephen turned to Elena.

"Your diary?" he asked and she nodded.

"Come on, let's go," he muttered, taking her hands while simultaneously grabbing his keys and together they left the house.