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A few talks with the officer were all I needed to get a name that I already knew. I couldn’t believe that the person I trusted so much about would have done this to me. I don’t deserve this. I may be a bad person, but I don’t deserve this at all.

We drove over to my son’s murderer’s house as I begged for the police to let me speak to her personally; she is my friend after all.

“She won’t harm me; Brianna already told me she would be waiting to speak to me,” I said, trying to convince the officer to wait.

I knocked on the door of Brianna’s home, and it opened slightly, given that she hadn’t locked the door as she said she wouldn’t.

“You came,” Brianna sat in the darkness of her home. I saw different weapons like a gun, a knife, and a couple of pills on the table. She said, “Don’t worry, they aren’t for you.”

“I know,” I said. “You won’t harm me, Brianna.”

“I hate you.” She said so simply as she whimpered silently, “You are so lucky; you have a good life, family, money , everything. I a