Deanna was on pins and needles as they waited for the okay to go to her parent’s house as Max seemingly changed everything about himself almost in front of her eyes. It was like he was a different person now. He was mentally preparing himself for what lies ahead of them. Deanna was tired as he looked at her, and she saw that his golden eyes were different. Harder than they normally were. They looked like eagles that see right through your soul. this was the version of him she didn’t know, The detective side of him. In a way, he even looked different to her.She knew she was probably going crazy thinking he looked different, but this wasn’t the same man she had spent the last week with. This was someone she didn’t really know. Th

  Deanna took a step back with Henry in her arms now as Max moved forward quickly. He was now bent down, trying to get an answer as to what they saw. He turned to look at Deanna, who backed up some more as he called for back up from the front of the house. He knew he had to find out what they saw.As the police came running around the building, they saw the four officers that were now on the ground out of breath and covering their eyes like the sight was still before them. Max looked at the men on the ground and said loudly to them, so they focus on him, “Watch her and the baby. Do not let anything get to them.”They nodded and then looked at her and Henry, who was watching with his bri

  Max and Deanna waited with the girls who seemed like they were in good spirits, considering what happened to them. They were taken together and rushed to the hospital where another officer was waiting for them so he could do an intake for them and get their information and then their first statements.Max turned to Deanna and knew he had to tell her. The coroner was in the basement now getting the bodies. “Sweetheart, the girls knew who one of the others were.”“Who?” Deanna asked, knowing that Max wasn’t the one to beat around the bush.“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should look at the bodies.&rdqu

  The four of them sat together on the couch for what seemed to be hours just enjoying the relative quiet. It was Deanna who finally broke the silence. “I can’t go to the funerals for my parents.”“We don’t have to think about that right now,” Max said as he rubbed her back as she snuggled into his side a bit more. “Right now, nothing is planned, and you don’t have to even think about it.”“The rest of them will make a big deal about it,” Deanna said with a sigh as she looked up at him. “This is such a mess. I can’t do it though whether I say it now, or later I refuse to go.”

 “Well, Deanna, I mean that isn’t the rudest thing you have said when picking up the phone,” Indie said as Deanna could hear the self-righteous tone take over. It was the same one her mother had used throughout her life when Deanna had stood up for herself and wanted to go her own way instead of the one her mother had planned out for her. Now she knew it had to be to cover up how she really was, mentally disturbed and controlling. “I wanted to discuss Mother and Father’s services with you, and then we will have to talk about Justine’s at a later date.”“Indie, you don’t have to discuss anything with me about the services I won’t be going to any one of them except Justine’s,” Deanna said, and it felt like a weight was lifted off her chest.