With panic and urgency in her eyes, she walked to the edge of the staircase and looked down, her heart pounding nervously.
'Did I mistake something?' she nervously thought as she looked downstairs and when she saw the broken suitcase that laid open on the floor, she felt her legs weakening.
'What did I do?' that's all she could think about, the moment she saw the contents of the suitcase.
There was a familiar vase, shattered into pieces and currently lying in the suitcase.
There were no clothes, or anything that resembled that Valentine was actually packing and leaving.
"No, this might be a misdirection," she quickly denied that Valetine was carrying only vases but not clothes.
With determination to prove that he was trying to pack and leave, she walked towards the other two suitcases with trembling legs, and shakily opened them with a pounding and nervous heart.
