"So Mr. Steel? Where is your wife today, is she here?" The narrow cop had asked me. He's been asking me questions nonstop, I didn't feel like answering any of his stupid questions. All I could think about is how selfish and stupid my daughter had been. How could she do this to me?
"No. She isn't here." I retorted back to him in my stern tone of voice telling him to back off the subject of my wife. My dead wife.
"Okay, sir I need you to come down to the station with me to fill out a reported of everything that happened today, alright." I nodded my head in response.
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The Girl With a Broken Secret
Teen Fictionfor those with a broken heart and damaged wings.