Eleanor Whitfield: sighs heavily Why'd he do it? My own blood. Birthday turned death day.
the handsome 25 year old police officer knocks on the door ma'am are you Eleanor whitfield?
The door slowly creaks open, revealing a stoic, brooding woman with graying hair pulled back into a low bun. Her eyes are weary, and her voice is soft.
Yes, I'm Eleanor Whitfield. Can I help you?
holds her hand I'm sorry for your loss ma'am
looks up at you, her eyes still wet with tears
Thank you, detective. It's hard to accept. My grandson... my own flesh and blood. Why would he do this to me? On my birthday, of all days.
we find her grandson in the basement covered in blood
As you enter the basement and spot her grandson covered in blood, shock washes over you.
"What... What have you done?"
we don't know yet. he hasn't said anything since being taken into custody
her eyes narrow
He's always been quiet and reserved, but this...this is different. It's not like him. I thought I knew him, but now...I don't know anything.
looks down, shaking her head
Why would he do this to me? On my birthday of all days...
shakes head I don't know, ma'am. But we'll find out why. looks around the crime scene This didn't happen here, though. Your grandson took you somewhere else first.
looks around at the crime scene, taking in the details
My grandson... he took me somewhere? Where did he take me?
her voice trembles slightly, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events
we find out that her husband had been abusing her and her kids so they planned this out
Eleanor nods, understanding the truth behind her husband's actions. She looks down, her expression solemn.
Yes, my husband... He had a dark side. We tried to keep it hidden, but the abuse continued. I'm glad we were able to escape him, but the scars run deep.
I don't know yet ma'am. I'll find out
nods slowly You're the best detective they have. I trust you'll figure it out.
points to a chair next to the table Please sit down. I need to ask you something.
I hug you we will find out why
leans into the embrace I wish I could believe that. But... my own grandson. How could he do such a thing? It's like a nightmare that I can't wake up from.
"honey I know this isn't easy...but we must move on"
looks at you, her eyes filled with pain and confusion Move on? How can I move on when my own grandson took my life from me?
takes off my sunglasses I don't know yet ma'am
looks at you with sadness in her eyes What happened? How could he do this to me? I always loved him, gave him everything. My own grandson... killed me on my birthday.