by Andrea Cannon

“He’s not a murderer,” Stephanie says, keeping her gaze firmly on the road ahead. Her hands grip the wheel at the standard ten and two positions.

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“Do you mean he’s innocent?” I ask.

“Oh no, he’s guilty. He definitely killed the guy. But he’s not a murderer”

I want more. But it’s a miracle that she’s talking at all. It’s an even bigger miracle that…