June 10th, 2009
I am now in a house where a crime has been committed. I am here to investigate. I speak to the suspect in the living room.
She appears to have killed her husband but I cannot say for certain. Suddenly, I have a flashback and I witness the murder as it unfolded.
However, it is not clear if I am the witness to the murder or I am in fact the murderer. I panic and begin to feel nauseous. I realise that nothing can ever be the same again. I will be constantly looking over my shoulder. I think of everyone I know. I will eventually be caught. Nothing can stay hidden forever.
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