Ivan’s POV

I couldn’t believe my mother really killed herself. What happened in the following hours after we found her body was a blur of events my mind stopped catching up with.

I sat on the front steps, elbows on my knees, staring at nothing. The flashing red and blue lights painted the snow in broken colours that kept shifting with every second. It made everything feel unreal, as if I were watching someone else’s life unfold from a distance.

The ambulance was already ...