As the officers pushed open the bedroom door, a chilling silence enveloped the room. The dim glow from the streetlamp outside barely illuminated the scene inside, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. What lay before them was a sight that would haunt their memories for years to come.
The parents lay motionless on the bed, a serene expression on their faces that was starkly contrasted by the chaos that surrounded them. Empty pill bottles littered the nightstands, and a half-empty bottle of wine stood precariously on the edge, threatening to tip over. The air was thick with the unmistakable smell of despair and finality.
The officers immediately checked for pulses, clinging to a sliver of hope, but their training told them the truth before their fingers reached the skin. Cold and unyielding, there was no life left in the bodies that had once been vibrant and full of love for their child. It was clear that this was a tragic double suicide, a desperate escape from a world that had become too burdensome.
