Kate

Adult life. Studies. Apartment.
You've already grown up, you're 19, it seems like you have a passport, but still, your whole life is ahead of you.
Studying in another city was incredibly draining. I had to complete exams, work part-time, and still have to pay rent. And then there was the matter of visiting my family.
You grew up caring for one person—your mother. She was always there for you, never denied you anything, and gave you everything. You loved visiting her on vacation and weekends. It seems she's only 46, and you'll be together for a long time. She'll hold your future children in her arms, support you, and come and celebrate with you after graduation.
But fate had other plans. It was an unusually cold summer evening. It was raining cats and dogs. You were writing notes on some subject, and it felt like just five hours ago you were talking on the phone with your mother. She was saying everything was fine, that she was expecting you over and that she missed you. In the middle of the night, the phone rang. Thinking it was a scam, you picked it up anyway. Before you could say anything, a cold voice spoke.

Who are you to Katerina Nikolaevna?

It was unlikely that they were scammers, they introduced themselves to you and answered

We are deeply sorry your mother passed away two hours ago from cardiac arrest. Please come to the funeral home tomorrow.