The Murdered Model Mystery

5

Once I was in my room I felt the tears I had been holding in since Chloé's theory burst. Fresh tears flooded down my face. I hadn't realized until now that since Christina's untimely death I hadn't been happy in the slightest. I had smiled a bit here and there but otherwise, all I had been doing was trying to forget and ignore the mourning and grief that had been set in my mind and my features.
Up until now, I hadn't realized that in the brief 2 weeks of living with Christina I had started to love her as a mother, and as a family member. NOT as just merely a model, a celebrity, or an adoptive parent.

I missed her, I missed her a lot.

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I cried myself to sleep that night, and I had done the same every night for the next 6 months. In 6 months 123 models had been murdered. All were found in a similar state as I had found Christina-died in their sleep, cold skin, 'dead' limbs, weirdly peaceful- everyone was on edge.
For the first time since I had met Chloé, I saw her always nervous. She always wore the same lipstick that I had seen her wearing the day at the lake, and I wasn't sure if I was just being paranoid or if it was just a coincidence but it just seemed like something was up and she was sick or something. As months passed Chloé became paler and paler, and her voice became raspier and raspier. Currently, Chloé was at home sick with a stomach bug, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was VERY wrong.