is it over now? ;; matt sturniolo

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third person pov

Natalie's heart raced with unease as she sat in the room, her fingers restlessly twirling and twisting in a display of her mounting anxiety.

The air grew thick with an oppressive silence, enveloping the space and intensifying her uneasiness.

The police officer's gaze was fixed upon her, his lips firmly pressed together, revealing the gravity of the situation at hand.

The weight of his scrutiny seemed to hang in the air, leaving Natalie with a sense of apprehension and anticipation.

"We had a conversation with your father," the police officer uttered, his words landing heavily on Natalie's ears, amplifying her mounting nervousness.

The gravity of the situation seemed to intensify as she awaited further explanation, her mind racing with a flurry of anxious thoughts.

"And he admitted to something," the police officer stated, his words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud.

Natalie's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her curiosity piqued.

She leaned in, eager to hear the details, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Natalie's gaze shifted downward, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, "What did he say?" Her words carried a delicate vulnerability, tinged with a hint of fear and uncertainty.

The soft tremble in her voice revealed the depth of her nervousness, as she awaited the officer's response with bated breath.

The police officer took a deep breath, his voice heavy with the weight of the words he was about to utter. "I don't know how else to say this, but..." he began, his voice trailing off for a moment.

Natalie's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for the devastating truth. "He... he took your mother's life," the officer finally revealed, his voice filled with sorrow and empathy.

Natalie's gaze lifted, her eyes widening as the world around her seemed to fade into silence. In that moment, she allowed herself to be consumed by a flood of memories, diving deep into the past.

Each memory carried its own weight, each moment etched in her mind, as she grappled with the shocking revelation.

The hushed whispers of the past echoed through her thoughts, intertwining with the present, as she tried to grasp the enormity of the truth that had just been revealed.

flashback

"Natalie?" her aunt's voice called out, a gentle yet urgent tone laced with concern.

A soft knock echoed at her door, a subtle rhythm that mirrored the beating of Natalie's heart.

The weight of the moment hung in the air, as Natalie's mind raced with possibilities, wondering what news or request her aunt held beyond that closed door.

"Come in!" Natalie's voice called out from her vanity, her words carrying a hint of excitement and curiosity.

She continued delicately applying her mascara, her hands steady despite the anticipation building within her.

Her aunt's hand trembled slightly as she slowly turned the doorknob, the creak of the door filling the room.

Nervousness was etched across her face, visible even through the reflection in the mirror.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, Natalie could sense the weight of her aunt's unspoken words.