Chapter nine

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May ran to the forest, dazzled, confused. The recent events had mortified her. The forest was darker and gloomy. She had lied to her grandparents and told them that she would be in the library. She caught sight of the remains of the house, slowing down her paste, she entered the house. Ever since she had been found around the site, the house had been covered in crime scene tape. She cut through it and entered the house.
The cracks in the house allowed May to see the light from the outside. She entered Georges room, it was a mess. The detectives had searched the area, not even bothering to clean it. May uncovered the blankets that were covering the furniture, she didn't know what she was searching for, she just wanted to find something so she could calm down. She didn't find anything. In anger, she grabbed the mattress and pulled it on the floor. A note slipped out, flowing the way paper flows unusually. It was a small piece of paper, ripped from something. It was blank. She turned it over...
It read:













I killed her.

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