The Coldest Winter. PT. 4

“Jake, hey? What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?,” I asked him.
He began to scream like someone stabbed him in the heart. Jake pointed into the garage, his eyes filled with tears.
I turned my head towards the opening in the garage. A body hung completely lifeless from a rope tied off to a high beam in the dark, dank garage.
At first, we could not see the face of the deceased person, but I felt as though I already knew who it was.
“Boys, get in the house and call the police, NOW!”
I stood there, just staring into the garage, praying it was someone else. The stench of death just pured out of the garage like the ocean water over the sands of time.
I made the boys stay in the house as the police did their thing. Photograph the crime scene, taking notes, and whispering amongst themselves.
I was sitting on the porch, biting my nails as an officer approached me.
“Mr. Moore?”
I looked up at the officer. “Mr. Moore, I really don’t like to do this kind of stuff, but we need you to identify the body. We already know who she is, but we need you to confirm it. Please, come with me.”
I walked towards the garage with him, my heart began to race. They opened the body bag to reveal the face to me.
“No, God No.,” I screamed with all my heart. “Why? How? My sweet Angel.”
It was my worst nightmare. My children’s mother was forever removed from tehir lives.
“Mr. Moore, She had this in her pocket. We suspect she did this just about a week ago.”

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