"Same as the previous three bodies. Clearly sudden death, but no explanation."
The city's most renowned forensic team was brought in to examine the body, but none of them could crack the mystery either.
Another boyfriend, dead in our home.
My mom and I were white as sheets, clinging to each other, trembling.
Tears streamed down my mother's face. She finally broke, letting out a wail of pure despair.
"God, what did we do to deserve this?"
"Is my daughter cursed?"
"Why does every boyfriend die? Why do they all die in our home?"
Before long, the task force turned their attention to me and walked over.
"You're Deborah Henson? Today's victim, Richard Finch, died in almost the exact same manner as the previous three. Think carefully—was there anything they all had in common?"
I fought back the grief and thought hard for a moment.
"If there's one thing they had in common..."
"They were all my boyfriends. Other than that, they didn't know each other. I don't think there's any—"
I shook my head, but something flickered in my mind. I stopped short.
"Wait. I just remembered!"
"They all ate the dumplings my mom made!"
The moment the words left my mouth, every pair of eyes in the task force snapped toward me.