The investigation for my murder/death/suicide was becoming annoying. They were not getting any closer to the solution. They had definitely ruled that if they found the body they would find my head crushed because of all the blood and glass on the floor. Where was my body. Why would someone kill me? Who did it? They were checking into my mental health. Was I insane? Did I just kill myself. Their next plan of action was talking to my psychiatrist. I don't know what they would figure out. I never said a word to her in the 3 months of session we had. Mister had plans to ship Gideon off to military school.
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Behind the Closed Curtains
Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person b...
