In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it.
I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling around her. Eyes open with a vacant empty stare. The knife, or maybe a gun, still smoking, lying next to her. Made to look like a suicide, maybe.
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