I knew there was trouble when she left a message that she was celebrating our 15th anniversary.
It had been 15 years since the divorce, not the marriage.
Hey lady, we split because you had the affair, not me. If my second marriage worked and yours didn’t, well, I’m sorry.
She didn’t answer or return my calls. That was bad.
I used my spare to key to enter her apartment. It was filthy.
I found the partially eaten pizza with the powder on top, the empty medicine vials and the half bottle of wine. Then I saw the body.
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