My spoon drops to the floor. I am crushed, it feels like someone has put a huge rock on my chest and I can’t breathe. I nod and get up; he wisely doesn’t stop me. I go to my room, get changed and leave for the department, except I never go there. I walk up to my secret spot; it has been years since I have been there, only my father knows about this place. Whenever I used to feel sad, I used to go there. I miss dad, a lot. I walk up to the small pond, it is a very beautiful pond, I was always surprised as a kid as to why people never came here, it was very later when I grew up, that dad told me why people stopped coming here. It is a murder pond, a serial killer killed twenty people in one night and dumped it in the pond, the water of the pond was blood red for days.
But even after knowing
