The Woman in the Letter

PART 21

"Crime?" I whispered

My mother is murdered?

No one in the room answered. But no one said no.

"We know that whatever we tell you will not reduce your pain. I know this is not the right time. But every minute we lose means creating conditions for the criminal to hide. That's why we have to rush" I did not understand what the man in my house meant. I was still staring blankly at everyone.

I didn't even know to whom I was asking this question. "What did it mean? Did someone kill my mother?"

No one answered my question. They did not want to go under this burden.

"We understand, it is difficult," said the police.

My mother was killed. I did not want to believe it. I could not balance my mental health after all these disasters.

"But don't worry. I promise you we will find the killer soon" the police continued. Like he had promised to bring my mother back.

I could not move my body. Taylor helped me sit on the couch. Henry put water with lemon juice in front of me. To get rid of the questions in my brain, I took the water in my hand and squeezed it between my palms. I took a sip and closed my eyes. Madeline and Nichole stood side by side, waiting for the next question from the police. I was cold. I was shaking. My head and hands were shaking, I felt like I was in a nightmare that I cant wake up.

Without looking at the police sitting in front of me and his assistant standing next to his companion, I gritted my teeth and said, "You don't have to wait for me to find the killer. I can not say anything about it. I have just arrived in the country".

"I know," the detective said.

"Then you don't need to wait for me to take action," I said angrily to the man in the opposite chair. Those were The chairs my mother chose. Her favorite frame also hung on the wall. Everything in this house belonged to her. I couldn't believe it. Until yesterday, we talked about changing the seats she chose. It could not be. I could not accept her death.

"How did it happen?" my eyes narrowed. I was out of breath. I felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my heart. My beats were getting tenser.

"You shouldn't talk about it now" the detective decided instead of everyone in the room. The artificial sincerity in his voice and the dry intonation of the speech bothered me. "Now we have to find answers to other questions"

I stood quietly and waited for him to ask questions. I had no strength to say anything.

"Have you known Paul for a long time?"

"I do not understand. What has he got to do with this? "

"Please, Miss. Answer my questions"

"I knew"

"İ mean. How well you know him?"

The other, blond, middle-aged man standing on top of his head looked younger than him. He was writing something in a small notebook. "Like can you tell us, where he spends most of his time? What he does, Where he goes..."

"It is been a long time. I almost forgot everything about him. So I can say the name of a few places I know, a restaurant or something, But do not you know?"

"What?"

"Paul died months ago"

He looked at me, lowered his head, thinking of something. He seemed to be thinking about how to say something.

"Miss..." raised his head but still did not look at me. "The car was found in the river. But the body was not found "

"Finding a body in the flowing river is not so easy anyway" I shook my head and said, "Paul is dead"

The detective looked at me worriedly. Without taking his eyes off me, he put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of paper. As if hypnotizing me, he slowly handed me the paper without taking his eyes off me. "We found this letter dipped in your mother's hand."

I opened the paper.

"This is the copy. We have to keep the original paper as evidence of a crime," he said.

The handwriting was familiar. The handwriting was his writing.

My Everything. No matter how much you don't admit it, I know you miss me too. After what I said in the video, You thought I will make suicide?

You know I love surprises. We both know you don't want a life without me. At least I hope so. I do not want to believe anything else. Yes. I'm back. I'm back for you. But I think you were expecting it too.

I told you. I will do something that you will not forget me.

I love you very much ...And You will love me again.

PAUL...