A Few Hours Later
The morgue door creaked open as the Alexandrovna family entered, their faces were pale and filled with grief. A middle-aged man in a dark suit led the way, his arm around a woman who was barely holding herself together. Behind them was a younger man, It was clear he was trying to keep himself together as he avoided looking at the table where Fiona lay.
The man in scrubs greeted them with a somber nod. "I'm so sorry for your loss," he said, his voice low and professional. "This must be very difficult for you."
The father nodded stiffly, his eyes fixed on their supposed daughter still form. "We… we need to know what happened. Was it quick? Did she suffer?"
The man in scrubs hesitated for just a moment before replying. "It was quick. She didn't feel any pain." He gestured to a clipboard on a nearby counter. "I've prepared the autopsy report. It confirms that she died on impact. There's no sign of foul play."
