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David sneered. “You want proof? I took these
pictures to confess to Jessica!”
“But now, they’re evidence against you!” “I’m a scumbag. I cheated. But you, you’re a
manipulative whore! You used this against
me! I’m exposing you, even if it ruins me!”
Mark and Sarah’s failures had pushed David
over the edge. And Jessica, still alive, must
have been his final trigger.
His grip was like iron. I couldn’t break free.
Vivian grabbed a rock and slammed it against
his head.
David staggered back, releasing me.
Vivian pointed at the photos. “Lisa is 5’7“,
almost as tall as you. That girl in the picture is barely 5’4“!”
“That pathetic photoshop wouldn’t fool a
child!”
Clutching my throat, I yelled, “If you cared so
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Clutching my throat, I yelled, “It you cared so
much about your wife, why didn’t you call
911?! You know if she’s breathing or not!”
Silence descended. Then, a coworker spoke.
“She’s right. You should have called 911
immediately.”
“The three of you, delaying, delaying… Did
you even want to save her?”
Sarah sputtered, “I didn’t want the murderer
to escape!”
I dusted myself off, tilting my head. “The
murderer being me? And after all this, you
think I’m planning on running?”
Sirens wailed in the distance.
