WHERE IS JULIET?
MARK'S POV
I ignored the beautiful morning light streaming in through the half-open wooden window at exactly 7:00 AM. The light shone brightly, like a diamond. My ears picked up every melody of the birds singing on top of the palm tree adjacent to the window. The crickets added their 'chirp-chirp" to the chorus, blending with the bird song to create a soothing melody. Normally, the sounds would be disturbing, but I hadn't slept all night, so they didn't bother me.
"Hmm...hmm!" I muttered to myself in a low tone. Lying flat on the giant bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling like a dead man awaiting judgment. My mind was a jumble of emotional thoughts, but most of them centered around Juliet, replaying what she'd said during the wedding party.
"That's a murder ca
