It took everything I had to keep from falling apart in front of the others. I thought I’d gotten away with it. I thought my future, my family’s future was clear to proceed unhindered. I was wrong, dead wrong. I murdered a man the other night and someone knew it. The one person in the world I wanted to keep in the dark about Melanie’s life knew the worst secret I had to keep.
I swallowed hard, taking several moments to breath deep and clear my head. I quickly cut off any attempts from the others to ask questions and told them all to leave the room. When the last one left, closing the door behind her, I picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed the number.
“Robert Henson.” I heard.
“What do you want, Robert?” I asked, coldly.
“Ah, David!” He said, recognizing my voice, his smugness oozing through the line. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”
To be continued…