The breeze blew into the room and lifted some papers on the table before throwing them to the ground. He wondered if the wind had a problem with his biology assignments.
He sighed and went over to pick up the papers and arranged them. He then walked to the window and pulled the curtains close before going back to his seat.
Will was having a hard time sleeping and in front of him was his old journal. He looked at the flipped page with mixed emotions. This was more complicated than he thought. He had wanted to come clean with this to the police and believe that nothing would go wrong.
The only thing he wanted was to prove his father's innocence to the police and find whoever was behind all of this. He knew that he wasn't that kind of man and wouldn't do any of those things he was accused of.
