Charlotte's face dropped within a second. Shreya, who was in more of a state of shock, dropped the remote on the floor.
"This.."
My voice wobbled and cracked as I spoke.
"This interview was prerecorded"
I burst into tears.
Charlotte, unsure of how to react, was now 50 shades of pink.
"I...I found this on his dressing room table."
I handed her the note that I wrote the letter on.
Nobody could know that this was not suicide, but murder.
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They Think I'm Psycho
FanfictionNobody could know that this was not suicide, but murder.