The clock ticked. Seconds, minutes, hours. The loud buzzing of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, filling her ears. The linoleum floors reflecting the light on her glasses. Why was the time not moving faster? The constant sound of distant crying and coughing started to make her stomach churn. She looked to her right, her mom with her head in her hands, silently sobbing. She couldn't stand the sight. It hurt.
"Miss Fisher?"
Frantically, the woman stood up. "Yes, doctor?"
After that, all she could hear was wailing.
Sobs.
Cries.
Screams.
Everything blended together.
"Mom? What did the doctor say?"
She didn't answer at first, only looking away.
"He's gone, Jeanie. Your father, he's...he's dead."
Disbelief. All that could be felt was disbelief.
She understood the crying now, joining in on it.
Why did it have to be him? Why not someone else? Why couldn't he have survived?
Why...
Why did they shoot him?
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Mystery / ThrillerWhen a CID detective starts to investigate her husband, everything seems to go downhill. Jean Fisher is a detective for the CID, spending most her hours skimming through files upon files. One night upon entering a bar for a work party of sorts, she...
