Dad was a mess.
We woke up to the news that Anderson was murdered.
It was news that confused Ace and I greatly, especially since we were so sure he was the one doing the killing.
"This makes no sense." I spoke quietly to Ace who nodded in agreement.
Dad invited Anderson's family over to help them figure out funeral things and what will happen next.
It's been a grueling eight hours.
But what I don't get, is how the hell was not him? God I wish those damn blood results could hurry up!
I leaned back into the fridge watching as Ace walked in carrying a tray of empty glasses.
"Refills?" I asked but he shook his head placing the tray in the sink.
My mind wandered back on an old memory of Ace, one that felt so confusing too. I completely forgot this memory existed, and like an old scent
