Murder in the Mystery Novel Chapter 2

Mom walked over, took my hand, and gave me a dazzling smile: “Don’t be sad, Chloe. When we get home, Mom will make you a strawberry cake, your favorite, remember?”

I froze.

Strawberry cake?

Mom hadn’t made me any desserts since I was ten.

She always said sweets would make people stupid, and I needed to keep my mind sharp to get into a good university.

Dad, too, was unusually affectionate, putting an arm around my shoulder and softly saying, “Tonight, Dad will play games with you. We can even play all night, no problem.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

My dad was a stern man. Growing up, the most common phrase he ever said to me was “Go study.” He even threw my secretly bought game console out of the window when I was in middle school, shattering it.

On the way home, I sat in the backseat, looking at Mom and Dad’s backs in the front, feeling an indescribable creepiness.

They were acting too strangely today, so strangely… they didn’t seem like themselves.

A week ago, they were pointing fingers at me and yelling: “You good-for-nothing! If you don’t get into a good university, get out! If we hadn’t had to raise you, we’d be living in a mansion by now!”

And now, they were being so kind it sent shivers down my spine.