Frank’s Dismissive Rhetoric
Before I could leave, Frank approached me, shrugging as if it were nothing. “Susan always loved creating drama,” he said with a casual wave of his hand. The way he brushed off her situation made my gut twist—it felt like he was trying to sweep it all under the rug. I thanked him and left, my suspicions mounting by the second. Something didn’t add up, and I was determined to uncover what it was.
Frank’s Dismissive Rhetoric
Susan’s Heartbreaking Confession
Back at the station, Susan sat across from me, her eyes wary yet resolute. “My husband and his mom…” she faltered, taking a shaky breath before forcing the words out. “They drugged me and left me by the road.” The confession hit me hard. I asked gently why they would do such a thing, and she shook her head, tears filling her eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered, “but it feels like they’re trying to break me.”
Susan’s Heartbreaking Confession
