Faith
Restless. That was what I was. Despite putting the children to bed with the brightest smile on my face, I wasn't at peace. She was in jail. The fear of Mrs. Wilkinson exposing me gave me the chills. I turned over to my side to check the time. 1:52.
"You need to put this behind you Faith." I tried convincing myself and I watched myself fail. I would be tagged as an accomplice. What would people say when they got to know that I tried to kill Diablo. A sunken feeling hit me. The phrase wife tries to kill my late husband's best friend kept running through me like the words were on repeat. I couldn't do this. I stepped out of the bed, slipping into my slippers and headed for the open doorway. I needed something to drink. As I retreated to my personal kitchen to fetch a glass of milk,
