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I KNOW WHO KILLED MY FATHER (53)

Nothing made sense.

Not the obnoxious voices, the thick scent of iron, or the feeling of being underwater. Everything was just so messed up and jumbled together that it made absolutely no sense.

One thing was for sure though, if all my attempts in the past few years didn’t succeed, things surely would, and if this didn’t? Then I would finish the job.

It didn’t happen in a flash and it most definitely wasn't done in a bang.

Crap officially hit the fan when I saw the flash drive. After weeks of trying to convince Rye to tell me the truth, I almost threw in the towel and tried to get a private investigator, But that particular day when I got back home, The flash drive was there, sitting on the table.

I could vaguely recall the day before that Charlotte had told me about a flash drive she found amongst my things when she was cleaning.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to her words, but I recall asking her to leave it in my room on the table where I could see it, my words must have gon
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