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I'm seated on the chair, waiting anxiously for them to answer my question. It's been about a minute since I asked the question but all they keep doing is passing glances at each other. That gives me one conclusion, I might have doubted my dad that day, and as Sankey said he didn't mean the five killed my mom, but with the way they are acting right now, I think I just found the people I've been looking for, for the past five years. The reason I actually became a cop. To find my mother's murderers. "Why?" I feel like I'm confused, and suddenly my throat is dry. I want to cry, but I feel like I'm too angry to cry. I just want to know why they did it. "I think we should let her rest for the night." Eleanor signals for Teddy to take me away and the moment he reaches out his arm to hold me,