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STORYTELLER

Everyone knew of the innocence of the Allen brothers, but they still had the doubt...

What exactly happened the night of the death of billionaire Charles Allen and his wife Isabela Scott?

Well, the brothers finally decided to give their testimony before the press, in an interview and in the presence of all their friends.

- Are you guys going to finally reveal the events of that night? – asks the interviewer.

The brothers turn to look at each other and nod.

- We were having dinner - the girl begins...

Memories of Madison...

- Isabela, you've already talked to the airport receptionist to book the flight tickets - dad says while he eats.

- Yes, Charles, in two days we will leave for Paris – my mother answers happily.

- What are you going this time? – asks my brother Tyler, who is barely thirteen years old.

Compared to me he is already big, I am barely eleven.

- Fashion week in Paris - my mother answers -. I will present my clothing line there.

- Mr. Davis offered to take care of them – this time my father speaks.

- Yeah - I squealed -. Mr. Davis is very funny and he buys me ice cream – I clap my hands happily.

- Madison, honey, are you still afraid of heights? – Mom asks with a soft tone.

- Yes ma - I bowed my head.

- Calm down honey, when you grow up it will pass - she tells me understandingly.

I smiled at him and continued eating happily, the employees around us were waiting for us to finish eating, their eyes fixed on the floor.

We ate quietly but happily, until a loud sound was heard coming from the entrance, my brother and I jumped, while mom and dad got up from their chairs.

-What was that? - Mom asked scared and confused.

- A shot - Dad answers.

In that two more shots were heard.

Mom grabbed me and then Tyler's arms and pulled us behind her.

- Mom, what's up? - I asked scared.

- It's nothing, honey.

I managed to see many men dressed in black and with balaclavas on their heads, they came armed and had a leader, he was dressed completely in white including the balaclava.

-What do you want? - Dad yelled at him.

- Allen family - the man spoke, he had a voice that seemed familiar to me -. How nice, a family dinner.

-What do you want? – Mom yelled at him this time.

- Nothing important - the man replied - I only want a little of his blood, I ask for nothing more.

I read his mind and I knew who he was.

- Mom, it's Henry - I told my mother.

- Henry, take that thing off your face, I know who you are - my father yelled at him.

- How did they find out? - the man said angrily as he ripped off his ski mask.

- I will sue you for doing this, you are a traitor - my father told him.