A Wound and Depression

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The night at Carlton's house had looked different. There was no more laughter in the house. From inside her room heard the sound of screaming and crying.

Beatrix carefully placed baby John into the white crib. She plays the music loud enough, hoping the baby doesn't hear the screams from his mother's voice.

Beatrix closed the bedroom door slowly and carefully when John was fast asleep. She didn't want to stay up all night again. There's been quite a lot of work lately since Carlton's death.

She still can't believe the departure of his master, especially his wife, Vivian.

Beatrix continued to walk as the screams grew louder.

"Hhh..! What now?" She said tiredly, but his legs were strong enough to keep going.

The door to Vivian's room wasn't completely closed. 

Beatrix watched Vivian, who was still annoyed with someone. She is swearing incoherently and has a belt in her hand.

"Mrs. Vivian! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"