Chapter 25: The Cleaning Tree

The following two weeks are silent. My patience was being tested. My emotions are like a landmine, waiting to go off. If Kelly crosses my path, I hope she steps on the landmine and hears my verbal explosion. It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless.

I set up a new Instagram account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name is Jennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.

My computer mouse gets stuck, and I am forced to use the lousy touch mouse on the keyboard. As I scroll through Instagram, as 'Jennifer,' I see the truth on Kelly's profile. She has photos of Gerald McLaren with a before picture of them together and an after picture of his death. Both are next to each other.