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I knew it was time to move the night I saw the shadows in the window. There had never shadows before Chloe’s murder. I knew one had to be a man due to sheer size and I was trying to talk myself off the ledge I recognized the other shadow. I knew Marisa’s shadow like the back of my hand and knew she had gotten in with the wrong crowd, but this was too much. No way could she have a part in murdering Chloe. When Marisa herself disappeared, I knew she had been the mastermind of the entire plan.
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5 responses to “The Shadow”
We think we know other people. But we don’t always, do we?
Very ominous and a frightening realization for the MC.
Lots of intrigue going on here. She should come in off the ledge. Definitely.
Good to identify the mastermind but what to do next?