After a while, we came back into the cottage. I sat down in the little chair by the lamp. I started to think more and more about Marilyn's death. Was it really an accident? "Andrew, when you found your grandma, did she have any blood on her?" I asked.
"No, why?"
"I'm wondering if her death WASNT natural..." I pondered.
"I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. If she didn't have any blood on her, how could it have not been an accident?" Andrew asked me.
"It's just doesn't all work. The puzzle's missing pieces. She was only 72. She should've had at least 10 more years." I got up as I told him.
"Well, what can we do?" He stood up as well.
"I'm not quite sure yet," I went to him, "but we'll figure out together." I grabbed his hand.
Andrew looked at me. "I'm glad I have you, Josie."
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Letters from Josie
Teen FictionJoselynn aka Josie has had troubles in her life. Her father took her and her sister from their mother when she was little and killed Josie's sister, torturing her life. Now that she's 16, she decided to make a dash out of her father's dangerous hold...
