The RealityTony got up at his usual time, just as the sky began to pale. Once he went out to do whatever he did every morning, I lit a candle and went to my closets to search the pocket of the dress I wore the night before. The piece of paper Marja had in her hand lay crumpled there. Something was written upon it in pencil, but between the crumpling, the blood stains, and the dirt, I couldn't make out what it said.
Deflated, I put on my robe and locked the note in my dresser. Perhaps I could find a way to decipher it later.
Joe and Josie would be devastated at Marja's death. Their mother died bearing them, and Marja had been one of the few people who watched over them. I remembered Marja brushing Josie's hair in front of the fire, bringing her food, rocking her.
Who would kill Marja? Sh
