Brooke discovers a stockpile inside her late grandfather’s mattress, shattering her preconceived notions about her parents’ de*ths. However, this hidden secret affects more than just her; it threatens to destroy the entire community.
Brooke stood in the doorway of her grandfather’s bedroom, her nose prickling as memories came flooding back. Her breath came in unevenly as she recalled all the times she had visited him, practically hearing Granddad Charles’ booming chuckle resounding through the corridors.
“I can’t believe he’s truly gone,” she whispered, running her hand along the old oak dresser.
The room reeked of ancient books and a slight aroma of Granddad’s preferred pipe smoke and Aqua Velva aftershave.
Months later, a trial was scheduled, resulting in a media circus. Every day, reporters and demonstrators jammed the courthouse steps.
Brooke sat stoically in a frigid courtroom, watching Mr. Johnson face justice.
Brooke simply nodded.
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