She tried to sleep, tricking her body into thinking everything was fine, but at one o'clock, she walked to the kitchen. With her knees on the counter, she got a big wineglass of the top shelf.
"I can't do this," she mumbled while she jumped off the counter. It was one of her preferred phrases these days. She was too old; she was too young. She was too busy or needed some 'alone time'. There was always a reason not to do things. Coming up with an excuse to not do something, she found, was almost always easier than actually doing the thing.
Taking large sips of wine, she started to read the article. Marjorie was a great writer and for a few seconds, Rose forgot about the picture and read about the case like she was an outsider.
If the case wouldn't be solved in the next two years, the thieves would get legal ownership. A gasp escaped her. She'd always expected the police would someday make an arrest. She was waiting for it. But they hadn't made any arrests yet. If she were to believe Marjorie Finley, they weren't going to either. She bit her lip. A little voice in the back of her mind had always told her that, when the thieves would be caught, she'd feel better. She'd have closure.
It terrified her to realize that she might never get that closure. Whether the alcohol, lack of sleep or overall unhappiness was to blame, was debatable, but Rose got more determined while the night went on. If the police weren't going to get her closure. She would go and get it herself.
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Pentimento
Mystery / ThrillerThree stolen paintings, one death, and one life ruined. Rose has tried to run from what happened at the Base Heist all her life, but almost twenty years later a paper article tells her that running might not be the best option anymore. But can she d...
