Snow |lgbt|

Tough Cases of Stress

I cleared my throat and walked into the kitchen. I'd been standing in the doorway watching my dad fumble through paperwork.
"Tough case?" I asked, sitting next to him. He was one of the best - and underpaid might I add - detectives in our town. Occasionally he would take home some of the files and look over them. Although it was illegal, he let me help him in the crime solving process.
"Yeah," he answered, running his fingers through his mix of black and grey hair, "someone stole a bunch of stuff from the storeroom of the gas station downtown, but the security cameras don't show anyone. I checked with the manager and he says none of the employees had access to the store room, and you'd need to go past at least 3 cameras to get in."
I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking.
"Did you bring home the tape?" I asked, on the off chance that he had.
"I did, actually," he said. He pressed a few keys on his computer and the video popped up. It was surprisingly high quality for the franchise. We watched the video.
"See, nothing!" He exclaimed and threw his pencil down in defeat.
"Let's watch it again."
He shrugged and pressed the space bar. Again, the video began playing.
"See, here's when the cargo arrives. We cut to the door, back to the cargo....Aaaand that's when the manager walks in and sees that half of it is missing. It just completely vanishes! I've checked with the technology unit, and this tape wasn't tampered with. Nothing was erased, or substituted."
"Huh, I don't know what to tell you."
"Anyways," he began, closing the laptop slowly. "About earlier-"
"I really don't want to talk about it, dad."
"I know sweetie, but you have to. It's not healthy to keep it bottled up inside like this."
I stood up to leave, I couldn't take this anymore.
"I miss her too," my dad said, his voice cracking. I turned to look at him, I'd never seen him like this before.
"I loved her too, Alice. She was my wife. She was my everything. You two were all that mattered in this world. I know it hurts, but you can't let it take over your life."
"I know," I croaked, a lump forming in my throat. I quickly wiped the tear that was escaping, and ran upstairs. I heard my dad sigh behind me over the sound of my feet thumping up the stairs.

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Sorry it's so short I'm going through a lot of depression right now, and this is the best I could do.