The Wrong Murder

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Well you have proof he forged your signature. That’s something.”

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I gulped down some more of my beverage even if there weren’t enough Starbucks products in the world to calm me down.

Jessica leaned in a little while she started to whisper. “You aren’t afraid for your safety, are you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. He has been a little resentful lately. But I could be overacting. Just because he’s cheating on me and took out a life insurance policy doesn’t mean he’s going to kill me.”

She twirled a strand of her hair. “Unless he’s going to leave you for his mistress.”

I shot her a dirty look. “This isn’t funny Jessica. I know he’s cheating on me.”

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