Liberty could not find the words of comfort to offer.

All she could do was help Mrs. Brown to sit on a chair. Liberty pulled out her pack of tissue and gave one to Mrs. Brown to wipe away her tears.

Mr. Brown was teary-eyed too. He would turn away from time to time to dry his eyes.

Hank was their only son. Mr. and Mrs. Brown did not know what to do if anything were to happen to him.

It took a while before Mrs. Brown ceased the wailing.

Nevertheless, she was too emotional to speak.

Liberty turned to Mr. Brown and asked with concern, “How is Hank, Mr. Brown?”

Mr. Brown choked with sobs. “He’s still in surgery. The doctors have not left the emergency room. I only saw other doctors going inside with bags and bags of blood. He lost a lot of blood…”

The thought of his son’s dire condition brought tears to Mr. Brown’s eyes once more.

Mr. Brown could not believe that Jessica would stab his son repeatedly.

If they had not heard the commotion in Hank’s bedroom and entered the