Why?

It hurt my heart to see such a beautiful woman curled up on the floor, looking absolutely tortured. She didn't even stir when I picked her up. It was clear that she was exhausted. I immediately noticed that my son, Itsuki had a pretty firm grasp on her wrist. He seemed oddly attached. I instantly assumed she had helped him through the window. It was the only way Itsuki could have gotten out. It didn't take long to drive to the hospital. She woke up once in the entire process, saying one thing.- "Why?" She sounded so anguished as she said it. I soon began to wonder why she had been in that broom closet, and why I felt so bad for her.