Writer's povEsther paced the small garden, while Chris was seated reading the newspaper. He would take his eyes off the paper to look at his wife, concerned that she was bothered by her dream and more by her conversation with their son. The beautiful garden located at the back of their large house was filled with beautiful birds, all of which kept singing one song or the other, making a testament to the beautiful morning and the beautiful New York weather. If only they could pass the peace they felt to Esther so she could stop worrying about the dream she had."Would you stop pacing? I feel like I could faint any moment." He folded his newspaper and tried again to get her to sit, but just like the other times, she ignored him. "I can't. I had that dream three days in a row, three days in a row, Chris!" She gave him a hysterical glare and he shook his head."It doesn't mean anything." He knew it meant something, but all he wanted that moment was for

Veronica"Wait... Wait.." I paced the length of his office, acting like I was thinking, " I think I know why you gave Miles the promotion now. If you could have threatened to kill him one moment, only to promote him the next, then I wonder what Miles knows." It was the way Evans got out of the seat and slammed his hands loudly on the desk, displacing some contents on the floor."Don't you dare!" He spat, his eyes bulging out of its sockets as he tried to stare me down. "Or else!""You'll fire me?" I supplied, not scared at all. "Don't worry, I quit. No way will I remain in the employ of a sexist like you!""Get out of my office!" He yelled back at me, spittle flying out of his mouth."Not until I say my piece. You promoted Miles because he knew of your affair with Gina, didn't you?" I asked on my loudest voice, ready to bring this house down. If the people wanted gossip, tell me who I was not to supply it."You don't have any proof!" He spat

Writer's povBainbridgeImmediately Jameson dropped the call, he went into the room he had been about to enter before his daughter called him. He kept it at the back of his mind to call his daughter later during the day, when he was less busy. He heard the loneliness in her voice when she called him, and he would have dealt with it by talking to her, but he had more important matters to address now. He gave the nurse that ushered him in a kind smile which she returned with one of her own. He walked towards the still figure on the bed, wondering why he wanted to see him. When he got the call the other day, he had been so confused as to why Cole would want to see him. He thought of every reason for Cole to seek him, wondering what he wanted from him.He stopped when he got to bed, looking down at the weak man that looked like he was using most, if not all of his strength to breathe, despite the ventilator."Cole! It's me Jameson, how are you fe

Hunter's povIt's been exactly five hours, ten minutes, and seventeen seconds since the whole ordeal started at my place. I had been sitting for a long time, watching different news stations break the news of my arrest, after the first station broke the news. It was like I was watching the news like I normally did, because I couldn't believe I was the one on the screen. If I ever imagined this happening to me, it would be because of my situation with Veronica, not because I would be a suspect in a murder case. The funny thing was, I couldn't find it in myself to be angry about it, as I felt this weird happiness, that the reason I was arrested wasn't because Veronica found out what I had done and reported me. It only made me wonder who hated me enough to set me up. I didn't have enemies that would kill someone just to pass me off as the killer. Or did I?It would seem that I had to rethink who exactly would want my downfall and disgrace, because whoever planned this, wa

Hunter povFinally, we all enter into the interrogation room, with the exception of Chadwick, who I suspected was behind the screen. Oscar was beside me, advising me to always be calm and answer their questions with the truth. He said this because he knew I was innocent, and everything I said could be corroborated with some investigating.Aaron sat down in front of me, his gentle face looking stony like it could break a diamond. I actually found myself wishing it was detective scarface that was doing the interrogation."Let's begin." He said, and I immediately felt like a prey in a den full of lions. What brought on that feeling, that couldn't say. But I had to adjust so that I won't come across as guilty."Tell us about your relationship with the deceased." Aaron had his pen opened, staring at me while he played with the ball at the end of the pen. I focused on the movement for some seconds before I transferred my gaze to his face."Grace and I ha