Elyse Hughes

I am alarmed. I am upset. I can’t believe what’s in front of me.

I manage to finagle some information from Mercury regarding the investigation, but not much. She is reluctant I beg. It’s obvious they have everything, or will soon.

Everything – absolutely everything – points to Carson. I just can’t believe it.

Did I ever know – I mean, really know – him?

No part of me would have ever thought, such evil. How could he be responsible for all of this?

What did I overlook? Was he … acting?

I need therapy. I feel like I’m doing little else than floating through life. Living with Mom and dad, parenting the girls, reassuring them that I’m not about crack in half.

I think I’m the one acting.

By Gunnar Olafsson

Gunnar hails from Iceland where he has been a fiction and news writer. He is best known for his pocket tour guides Reykjavik on a Budget and Summer in Iceland. He considers his greatest literary influence to be the prolific Snorri Sturluson, known for writing historical sagas and poetry. When he’s not writing, Gunnar enjoys exploring Icelandic geology and taking part in archaeological digs.