He didn't kill Maeve Anderson.
How could he have?
He'd been at home, in bed, when it had happened.
Gideon is a doctor, he'd never take a life. At least not purposefully.
Adara sighs against him, curling into his side, and he smiles, lazily circling her stomach with two fingers.
He didn't kill Maeve Anderson, but as soon as Adara Grace had messaged him, telling him what she had done, he knew that he would have to become the murderer.
How could he let the love of his life, and their unborn child face the stresses of a murder trial?
He kisses the top of her head, before frowning.
It should have been perfect.
He would confess, face some jail time, and then spend the rest of his life with his two beautiful girls.
Of course, he hadn't counted on Maeve writing Adara's name on a cryptic note, and shoving it into a glass bottle.
At this point, he almost wishes he had been the one to kill her.
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Down By The River
Mystery / Thriller... They say Finton Creek hides secrets in its murky waters. Blood washes away, but the taste never leaves. ...
