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Somehow crawling his heavy body, he walks into the house where he found his heaven on earth. Closing the door, his exhausted eyes scan the house. Within three seconds, the footsteps rhythmically create a beautiful forever familiar melody. Someone will bring a glass of juice from the refrigerator and speak...

" You are home! I asked the Chef to prepare something less fatty today for you. Have the juice and take a quick shower. We will have dinner together!"

However...

It's not happening today. Nobody comes, the woman with grey hair, with lots of smiling lines or creases on her forehead, doesn't create a melody in the stairwells.

Mr Williamson exhales sharply, his shoulder drops as he throws himself on the couch. Before his eyes, his heavenly beautiful family is no more. The woman who he showered with love doesn't exist anymore.

" Master! I prepared the bath." The butler speaks...

" Carlan! You have been with Madam Williamson most of the time. Didn't you know she gave birth to two chil