Fiona struggled to stand up with Mrs. Nicholas in the heavy rain, her whole body feeling limp, almost falling back to the ground again.
Both were disheveled, their clothes soaked by the rain, clinging wetly to their bodies.
...
Time flew by, and it had been several months since Mr. Nicholas was killed in the line of duty.
Although the Nicholas mother and daughter hadn't fully recovered from the heavy blow, they appeared to be in better spirits than before.
That day.
Mrs. Nicholas was cleaning the house when the doorbell suddenly rang from the outside.
"There's a delivery, please collect it."
Mrs. Nicholas, remembering that she had ordered something online, walked to the door and looked through the peekhole to see that there really was a man in a delivery uniform outside, holding a cardboard box.
"Okay."
