**2 Hours Ago**

Mother’s Day was especially dedicated to Morgan’s mother. She Face timed her at exactly 6:02 PM, wishing her a happy Mother’s Day. She could feel Mother’s squeal of excitement from the other line. _“I’ll let you know all the details when I get back, sweetie.”_ Her mother’s high heels clanked on the side and her car keys jingled as she strolled to the restaurant. Morgan could make out her mother’s outfit, her favorite crimson red lipstick stained on her lips, she smiled as she stared at her gorgeous idol.

_“Alright, mom. Stay safe.” _

Morgan’s mother turned to the camera and blew a kiss at the screen staining the camera. _“Love you, my sweet cherry.” _

Morgan blew a kiss back. _“Love you too.” _

She pressed the end call button and leaped from the couch and into the kitchen where Morgan checked the cake in the oven she was preparing for her mother.

Red Velvet.

**8:02 PM**

**2 hours later**

Morgan kept the red velvet cake in the fridge when she made her way to the crime scene. Unsurprisingly, she received an unexpected call to head over to the scene. People die every day at any time, also unsurprising. This time, however, it would only get in the way of her plans to celebrate Mother’s Day. She double-checked checked she brought all her equipment. She also double-checked the message she sent her mother 20 minutes ago.

Morgan: Hey, I got a call from work

Morgan: I left cake in the fridge for you when you get back

Morgan: I won’t get back until later so leave some for me ❤️

Morgan: Mom?

No response. She was most likely busy with her date. Or like always, left her phone on silent.

When Morgan arrived at the scene, she was greeted by multiple cop cars, several witnesses outside the apartment building, and crime scene cleaners like herself. Morgan entered the apartment but she was not ready for what she saw.

The walls were a crimson color, and red light bulbs stained the walls like trickling blood. Morgan immediately began her cleaning process, thoroughly disinfecting the couch, the countertop, and blood stains smeared on the floor. She documented and photographed things such as red lipstick and car keys. Morgan’s heart sank when she noticed how identical they looked to her mothers. She quickly shook the thought away and stepped into the bedroom.

Morgan’s world shattered before her eyes.

On the bed, her mother lay on fluffed pillows, face down, and blood trickling down her flesh.