The funny thing is, I only remember up until this morning. In the middle, I have no memory of anything. They get their phone out to show me the footage, and it showed someone else entering the house with leftover food. I invited them in. Why isn't that my sister?
"You killed your sister, and I looked at the preceding records," the detective declares. Wait. Then, where is my sister? The detective. The tall tan detective with wavy black hair sighs.
"You killed your sister Juliana Zayn on April 21st, the day she had a birthday party... You dragged the dead body, blood still dripping from the cadaver to the park that was about 2.3 miles from-"
"STOP! I don't want to hear anymore" it slips out of my mouth. She whispers to the person beside her and he nods. "Get out of my house! Get out!!"
Once they are gone, I call Luke Dixon, my closest friend, to meet at a nearby cafe. Despite knowing I am wanted for murdering my husband, I sit inside, darting my eyes everywhere.
"Mrs Blue?" A tap on my shoulder causes me to immediately flinch.
"Yanna, it's me, Luke Dixon"
"Oh, I talked to you on the phone" my voice trailed off, my eyes flitting between Luke and the surrounding view. We both sit at a nearby window far from other civilians. I keep fidgeting in my chair. The detectives haven't followed me, have they? "Yanna, relax. Look at me, "
When he asserts that, I gaze at his eyes sympathetically. "Luke, you have everything I need, right?"
He nods and places them in front of me. If I wasn't a murderer I would've hugged him as a small thank you. A friend to another friend. After that, he drops me off at the airport where I begin my journey, or well my new clean slate chapter.
It's been nearly 2 months since I murdered Wyatt and have made a new life for myself. I cook, clean, and am providing for myself. Occasionally Luke calls me to see how far I've settled in. But this time when Luke calls, he brings good news.
"What do you mean by therapy?" I inquire, wanting to know more. He says it's good for me if I go there alone.
My mind keeps returning to that day I discovered my husband on the couch, a broken champagne glass on the kitchen counter. Although Wyatt Blue and I never fought, things began to get strange after I blacked out. There is no way I can stay.
"Wyatt! Wake up! Babe?" I shake him violently, with my hands covered in blood. His blood.
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"Yanna, I have to go to a meeting tonight. Don't wait for me"
"Ok, babe" I reply. A few minutes after getting his keys, he leaves. Later that night, I hear a knock at the door. Opening the door to my sister Juliana; Who brought leftovers. Apple pie. She doesn't disappoint.
"I come bearing gifts," Saying she chuckles. Smiling, "Can I come in?"
Since she knows me better than anyone, I tell her to come inside. She puts them in the fridge and leaves. The next morning, I'm covered in Wyatt's blood. It's on the couch and me. Wyatt. Oh my God. I rush to his side and shake while shrieking his name. Luke Dixon. I need to contact him.