September 3, 2026

Under the Bed

He narrowed his eyes. “We’ll be there.”

When the sun came up, she was no longer a bride. I was a witness. I sat in the hard plastic chair at the police station while the detective, Ramirez made copies of my recordings, recorded my statement, and asked me questions in a voice that remained calm even as his gaze intensified.

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