“What did you see, Ms Kuorus?”
“What happened? Who do you suspect?”
“Did you kill your lover, Ms Kuorus?”
“Did it look like it was kept there in some hopes that it'll be revisited or it was planted for you to see?”
Both the foolish and proper questions rang on and on in my numb, aching head, my expression placid, not a spec of light in my eyes as the image kept flashing in my brain like some distant memory I refused to recall but I did, I remembered every detail of such a scene no one is meant to experience.
I was unable to sleep, if I even shut my eyes, I'd be a prime suspect, especially after seeing it first-hand. Mr Hallard had called the police and they decided not to do their jobs and investigate till the early morning.
I had never cried in such situations, I had already begun t
