𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 - a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering.
With two brothers, she has always lived in the same house. And always, they had the same neighbors. The same boy with wh...
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Thomas is just about to get himself a glass of water, when the bell rings.
On Saturday morning?
Mom's doing the groceries, Minho's in dreamland about his date with Evie, Dad is gardening a bit, Aris is in his room, and Finn is training.
Thomas and I woke up not long ago. His hair is still undone and I haven't fixed how I look at all, yet both of us open up.
A cop.
"Hi— you must be Miss Lee? And..." His eyes scan up and down Thomas's body. "And Mr. Reyes?"
"Yes," we reply slowly.
"Perfect. I'm sorry for bursting through the door on a random Saturday," he says kindly, but still in a formal tone. "I just want to ask some questions. Both of you. Perfect that you're together."
Thomas looks at me, concerned, and back at him. "About the murders?"
"Yes, mainly." He nods. "We can go to the station or have a talk here, if no one else is around. It's up to you."
"Here is fine. No one's home."
"Okay. It won't take long."
We allow him inside. He touches his brown mustache as he inspects the hallway, then readjusts the blue cap on his head.
Thomas leads us to the kitchen table. All three of us sit down, Thomas and I next to each other.
"I'd like to talk to each of you alone," he says. "Miss. Lee first, if possible?"
With a short nod, Thomas leaves the room.
I shift in my seat, nervous. We must've become suspects after finding half of the bodies. I have nothing to hide. It just bothers me to be a suspect in the first place, and to be interviewed by a cop.
"I understand you were there when not only Albert Keller was found buried, but also Arthur Leadford when, we suppose, someone drowned him."
"Yes," I say.
"And I understand your... boyfriend's," he gives a questioning look, at which I nod, "golden retriever has found those bodies."
"Yes, true."
"How exactly did it go? Finding Mr. Keller?"
"I— uhm... I was taking a walk. I tend to enjoy morning walks as long as the weather and everything is comfortable. Then Mango, the dog, appeared. I knew it was Thomas's dog. I ran after her when she started running away. Then, at the countryside, she started digging. When she was done, she looked at me, so I looked in the hole. I saw his face. Startled, I started running away to tell someone in my family."
"You had no phone on you?"
I've told the police this story before. Telling this again brings back memories. "I did, but the screen was broken and my shaky hands didn't help. Later on, I bumped into Thomas, who then saw the body, too. He called the police."
