Chapter 7
I was very lethargic Friday after school. I still had no clue what was going on with either one of the girls. I had pushed myself past the point of caring, straight into just numbing my mind. Binge watching Netflix and eating bags of popcorn helped quite a bit.
“What are you watching, honey?” my mother asked, sitting on the recliner next to me. I was sprawled out on the couch, popcorn crumbs all over my shirt. I didn’t care.
“Some murder documentary. I don’t know,” I replied.
We sat in silence for a few moments as the narrator went over the evidence. Every time I watched these TV shows, I thought I could easily be a detective.
In this particular case, they couldn’t find the killer in their DNA database. Years later, they looked into the evidence and saw that the stamp on the
