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Alex
The house was quiet while Hannah and Josie were at the park. It should have been the perfect environment for writing, but it was too serene. The silence hung heavily in the air threatening to suffocate me, and the words refused to come. Some days the characters in my head refused to shut up. Today was not one of those days. In fact, I hadn’t had one of those glorious days in months.
It was tempting to take a field trip down to the park to join Hannah for some fresh air and playtime, but that would defeat the purpose of hiring someone to watch her so I could work. Besides, mothers would grab their children and run the other direction if they saw me approaching the park. No self-respecting mom wanted her kids to be near a suspected murderer.
What most people didn’t realize was tha
