Thursday... Thursday.... What happened to Wednesday? I sat up in my bed. As I stumbled around my room I managed to make my way to the hallway where I found Michael coming towards me. He ran as if I was a lost hospital patient. He asked repeatedly if i was ok.
Scared I said, "Yes, yes. Im fine. Why are you so panicked?"
He looked at me with a slight confusion on his face, " You were screaming through the night. But you wouldn't wake up. You were screaming Ryans name. "
"I..I Im sorry. I dont remember." I said. He just stood there then took me down stairs.
" Im really not hungry. Honestly.", I said. He shook his head and looked down.
" Well you better go get dressed Detective Miller wants to see you today." He said. He went to the guest room to get ready for the day. As I slowly got up I walked to my room with a heavy heart. I know I was going to be interviewed. My husband was murdered. They had to check me out as a suspect.
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As we pulled into the station I looked up at tall building and got out of the car. I almost began to cry knowing that what ever questions lay ahead were not going to be easy. I walked through the door of the beautiful office I looked at the Secretary who said, " Detective Millers office is the nineth floor office 946"
Before I could even reply she wennt back to typing and answering phone calls. I walked to the elevator with Michael. When we steped itto the elevator Michael hit the 9 button and the doors closed. We were all alone.
"It will be ok you know," Michael spoke softly. Tears rushed to my eyes and anger flooded my heart.
"NO IT WONT!" I shouted at him, "HE'S GONE AND HE IS NEVER COMING BACK! HE'S GONE! HE LEFT ME!"
Michael cupped my face in his hands and said, " I know but im here for you now"
The elevator doors opened and we stepped out and got ready to meet the man who will being me justice.
