Case Closed?
Fast forward a few years, and we have a four year old daughter named Hanna. Dylan works Monday-Saturday, and I stay at home with Hanna. It's 5:00 now. I decide I'll start with cutting vegetables for dinner. I take out the carrots and potatoes, and Hanna walks in."Mommy, I'll help you cut the vegetables. I'm very good at chopping!"
"Aww, sweetie, I think you're a bit young."
She doesn't argue anymore and walks away. A few seconds later, she comes back with a dagger, and I quickly take it from her.
"Don't touch any knives! You could get hurt!"
Then it hits me. The knife is purple. The purple-tinted dagger. The same one that was in Jake's back a few years ago. The same one. I recognize it.
"Hanna, where did you get this?"
"I got it from you and daddy's room, under your bed."
So it's Dylan's knife.
He was the murderer of Jake.
My husband murdered my former boyfriend.
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This is a very good story!!!:D:D