Looking back now, I can understand why my brother is one of the suspects. Not only was he in the house at the time, but he had always been so jealous of me. How I had married a famous man, bought a nice house, and all the money that I had...I just don't understand why he never used that to motivate himself to move forward, rather than for murder...
But of course, we don't quite know that yet.
I never thought that it would be so hard to find my brother when disaster struck, but now, he's nowhere to be seen. Unless he was still sleeping, which was a very large habit of his. At least we had one thing in common.
Surprisingly, I found him standing on the back balcony that overlooked the garden. I always went there when I needed inspiration for my stories...and the night before my death, I had gone there to talk to...
"Hey there Dad."
I turn to see Theoden, who was looking up at the sky and talking. The way I always had.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, please give River a message for me."
Oh god. Shockingly, I'm hoping that he's not about to say that...
"Tell her that I'm sorry. For not getting to know her more and for jumping to conclusions when she married Andy. I was just so mad that she had finally gotten out of that hellhole we called a house, and I wasn't going anywhere. Tell her that I'm going to try and move forward, like she would have wanted me to..."
"I love you River. And you too Dad. I wish I could have said it sooner."
And he left. He was crying at that point, and I would have been too. And even though he still has motive, I know that it wasn't him. It couldn't have been him.
"Love you too, Theo..."
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Flooding River
Детектив / ТриллерIn the 1800s, River wasn't too ordinary. She was known by many in Great Britain for being the wife of a famous scientist, but her reputation was something she had always worried about. With her friendship came great knowledge and wealth, but sadly...
