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Walking back to my little studio apartment. A window panel caught my eye. Inside was a little tv broadcasing the news. Too soon had I realized what was going on. I had stumbled upon the news of Mrs. Henson's murder. My world shattered in an instant once again. The images flickering on the TV screen left me feeling hollow, my legs trembling beneath me as if they could no longer support the weight of my grief. An overwhelming sense of unease washed over me, mingling with the grief in a turbulent storm of emotions. It was like I was a snail barely moving in a world full of cheetahs.
Despite seeing the news and reading the articles, I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong about the whole situation. Mrs. Henson's murder seemed too calculated, too deliberate to be a random act of violence. Trying to piece together the puzzle in my mind, started to cause me more pain than expected. Perhaps the weight of it all became too much to bear.
I found myself sitting in a dimly lit room, the harsh glare of fluorescent lights overhead casting stark shadows on the walls. Across from me sat Investigator Vello Orgíta, his gaze steady as he observed my every move. His attempts to soothe my frayed nerves were met with mixed emotions, a strange blend of gratitude and discomfort stirring within me.
Weeks passed in a blur of various questions and bouts of uncertainty.The only bright side to this dreadful circumstance being that each interaction with Vello drew us closer together in an unexpected bond. As we delved deeper into the intricacies of Mrs. Henson's murder, I found solace in the shared pursuit of justice, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume me. I was glad to have someone there, ecstatic to have a should to lean on that wasn't connected to a backstabbing knife. Vello was with me, I finally had someone in my corner. He is my friend, my best friend.
That aside, certain whispers of doubt refused to be silenced. Something wasn't right about the investigation, about the way Mrs. Henson's life had been snuffed out in an instant when I wasnt looking. I couldn't shake the feeling that the truth was far more sinister than either of us could have imagined, but I'd rather throw caution to the wind than give up on the only mother I ever had.
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Teen FictionJust the story of a poc girl living in a relatively white world trying to find her inner beauty and maybe some other things... Read to find out! This is a somewhat short story, but I'll put effort into it don't worry. I'll update every week to star...
