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You May Want to Sleep with One Eye Open
No body, no crime. Just as everything else she did, faultless as ever.
What happened that day?
How did her husband die?
Was it truly as her stated version of events?
She wielded his death over those around her, channeling her demands through his spirit with cult-like grip. Echoing that infamous family tragedy where a patriarch’s voice led to ruin.
She covered her tracks well with her elaborate ruse, but she can’t wash away the reeking stench of blood that clings to her.
How many more skeletons lurk in her closet, waiting to be buried in her backyard?
Perhaps, in a twisted irony that would make her shriek in madness, the answers lie if one only dares to follow the cat.
I’ve chosen to write parts of Mio’s story out of chronological order because her experience is simply too overwhelming, too complicated, and too difficult to articulate linearly.
