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McKayla
I sipped on my smoothie, removed the key to my car, and headed out of the gym. I hadn’t been in such a long time. It was foreign to me, and I remembered why I stayed away, preferring the comfort of my home, and watched videos.
“McKayla Calabresi! Do you know where your husband is?” An unexpected flash of light appeared in my eyes.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted.
A microphone was pointed in my face.
“We understand you’re a witness to a murder.” A reporter shoved a video camera in my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I tried to push through the crowd.
“Come on, McKayla. We know you kept your husband’s secrets.”
I slid the key in the door and slammed it shut, starting the car. No one would move until I pressed on the gas.
“Get out of the way!” My heart pounded
