At home, her mother was already waiting for her to return.

—Why weren't you answering the phone? I've been worried.

"Mom, it's been a tiring day," Amanda replied, sinking down onto the sofa. "Where are the children?"

"Adora is sleeping, the others haven't returned from school yet," Mrs. Roberts replied.

"At this hour?" Amanda asked, looking at the time.

"It's barely noon. You're early," Mrs. Roberts replied, sitting down next to Amanda.

"I didn't plan for any of this to happen, Mom," Amanda said.

"I can imagine. What's the situation now?" Mrs. Roberts asked.

"I'm being investigated for his death," Amanda replied, her voice slightly trembling.

Mrs. Roberts froze in her seat, worry etched on her face.

-That?!

Amanda continued.

—At this time, the police do not know who killed him; the hotel called the police when they found his body. The cause of death is still unknown.

"Good heavens! What does that have to do with you?" Mrs. Roberts asked, confused.

"I booked the hotel room, Mom, and th