My Ghost Stayed by His Side
Language: en
My husband Matthew’s second wife stood outside the precinct interrogation room, holding a paper bag from a high-end deli. She wore a delicate silk scarf tied around her neck, smiling sweetly as she whispered to the officers that she had brought her husband dinner. At that exact moment, the serial killer sitting inside the interrogation room casually mentioned that the person who hired him had a distinct, cross-shaped scar on her neck. He even tilted his head, flashing a crooked grin, and told Detective Matthew that he should be very familiar with it. The atmosphere in the corridor…