You Never Respond
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Last published Sun, Jul 1, 2018
When you grow up in an abusive household that seems like it's trapped you forever, your mind starts turning insane. Sometimes even when you KNOW you didn't do something, you still have the feeling you did...or maybe you really did do it.
Lilian Adams, 16, was found dead in a bathroom with a gun in her hand and a clean bullet through her skull. Suspected to be a suicide.
Seth Rogers, 16, was seen at the crime, cradling her body. He wouldn't talk. Detectives will be interrogating him March 8th, two weeks after the day of the alleged suicide.
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