TST, 2020
Macy’s body stiffened. Her whole life she had never killed anybody nor wanted to. But there were castor beans in her room. Who would hassle to believe even if she shouted that she didn’t put them there? But she had hope. As fire when thrown into water is cooled down and put out, so also she believed a false accusation when brought against someone of the purest and holiest character, boils over and is at once dissipated, and vanishes.
“Have you found the letter?” Hudson said.
Macy kept digging in her clothes.
“We’ve got the evidence. Why do we need the letter?” Greyson said.
Macy’s heartbeats increased. She kept looking. Her hands were trembling.
“She might be new to crime but not even a kid would leave the evidence in his own room after committing a crime.” Hudson said.
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