Murder ?

Murder?
As soon as I heard the news of my mother's illness, I took the next plane back to Melbourne. I started to regret moving to Sydney - I had been too focused on my career, and I obviously hadn't thought enough about my family. My little sister picked me up at the airport, and drove me back to our old home. I hadn't been back since I'd moved away, and it was comforting to see that nothing had changed.
<Tab/>Dad was waiting in the kitchen. He was busy cooking dinner. I peered over his shoulder to see what he was making. It was coq au vin - my favourite.
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