Gas.
Sharp and unmistakable, mixed with something metallic that lingered in the air. Officer Morales didn’t hesitate. He radioed for the fire department immediately.
The girl spoke quietly as they waited.
“A few days ago,” she said, staring at the grass, “Mom said the boiler was making strange noises.”
“Did anyone come to fix it?” Morales asked.
She shook her head.
“No. Dad said it was fine.”
Firefighters arrived quickly. Masks went on. The house was cleared for entry.
Inside the bedroom, the sight was worse than anyone expected.
Sofia’s parents lay side by side on the bed. No signs of struggle. No visible injuries. Just two still bodies, breathing shallowly, barely.
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