When I came home at night, I walked halfway. I finally recalled what my mother-in-law had said to me during the day. She had already taken the keys of the small maisonette to live there.
Thinking about this dreadful thing, I took a taxi to my brother's house.
The residential complex here was built in half a villa. There were only three families in one building, and my brother's house was on the first floor.
The door of the house was wide open after the car had stopped at the door, and the lights were on, but quiet.
I walked into the house and saw the mother-in-law's suitcase standing in front of the door. Everything in the house had not been moved. It was still what it was.
I was relieved. It was rare for her to be so compassionate and she did not destroy the family.
However, the thought hadn't lasted long before it was completely broken.
I didn't find her in the house, and I searched the floor and downstairs, the kitchen, the bedroom, and found nothing.