My Mother's Boyfriend

Chapter 21

As I ask that question, all the things my grandma told me starts to repeat through my head. I look at Harry and he looks at me. "We need to find a gun." I say and his eyes hold bewilderment. "Why?" He asks and I bite my lip. "I think grandma Anne killed our dad." I say and he goes wide eyed. "No, why would she?" He asks, sitting on the bed and I look down at him. "Well, when I first got here, she told me how much she hated him." I say and he nods. "But do you really think she would murder him?" He asks and I shrug. "If we find a gun then it will give us a lead." I say and he nods again. "Check in here, I want to know why they locked the office door." I say, going back to the office. I start looking through everything, seeing if maybe I missed anything and then I go back to the chair with the knife on it. I pick up the knife and stab a hole and rip open the seat of the chair. I take out all of the fluff until there is nothing. I go to the other chairs and rip them open, again finding nothing. I go through all of the chairs and find nothing. I sit down on the ground and let the tears fall down my face. "Emma." Harry says and I look up at him. "Come here." He says and I get up and walk over to him. He hugs me and I cry on his shoulder. "What did you do to the poor chairs?" He asks, laughing lightly and I shrug. "I had an insane idea that maybe I would find a clue hidden in the chairs but I was wrong." I say, wiping my eyes. "Well, be better attempt to clean all of this up, in the closet downstairs, by the front door is a closet, grab the broom and dust pan and we will clean up the fluff." He says and I nod. I go downstairs, wiping the tears from my eyes and go to the front door. I open the door, scavenging around for the dust pan. I accidentally knock down something that lands with a thunk. I pick up a semi large piece of cloth and drop something from it. I look down and gasp. Laying in front of me is a pistol. I pick it up with the cloth and pop out the magazine and check the bullets. One missing. My breathing becomes uneven as I pop it back in. "Harry!" I shout hysterically. He runs down and I just stare at him, holding out the pistol in my hand. "What the fuck?!" I shout, crying and his eyes are as wide as plates.

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