Gwen
Twenty four hours, that is how long it takes me to get back in my car and head back home. I need answers, I need to know what really happened. So many things don’t make sense. Their clothes were placed right next to each other, it was a precise picture to make sure that whoever saw it, would think exactly what Ashley had wanted me to think. The half empty glass of whiskey on the side of the bed instead of on the table, the fact that she was behind him instead of in his arms, it just doesn’t add up. Then there is the fact that he didn’t wake up. Archer wouldn’t have slept through that unless he was dead or drugged. I pray that it is the second one or my world will be shattered again.
The thought that she might just have gone as far as killing him makes me drive faster. It is only whe
