The Woman in the Letter

PART 22

I thought he had committed suicide. Then I wanted to believe that what he said in the last video just meant that one day he would forget me and that I would regret it and beg him. None of my assumptions were right. My father took the letter from my palms and returned it to the police. I was looking at the ground. I could not find any words to say. I would spend the rest of my life with a pang of guilt. I deserved it. I was the reason everything started. Just a few minutes ago, I was thinking I am responsible for Pauls's death. All the pains of conscience that I have endured so far are gone. Because Paul was not dead. What "good" news. But the story does not end here. The Murderer of My mother was the man who I had been thinking about for months, cause me nightmares every night, begging him to forgive me every night in my dreams. "I understand how difficult it is for you" detective broke the silence "But I telling it again. We need to move fast"My father touched my back. "Maybe we can continue later?" he said."I have no idea where he might be," I interrupted. "You need to talk to his parents" I could not imagine the joy of Paul's mother. She was not interested in who was dead at the moment, but who was alive. The news had finally come from her son, whom she had hoped would not die for months."Of course. The statement of the whole family will be taken. The investigation is ongoing" I raised my head and looked at the person sitting in front of me, whose name I called the police. It seemed to me that I was going to tell him something. Then I quickly pulled my face away from him and looked at the empty sofa on the right."Miss. From what is written in the letter, I understand that you have been threatened before""No. He has never threatened me before with the letters"˝In the letter he mentioned the video. Which video is that? In general, has he ever written a letter before?˝"Paul often wrote me letters. But he threatened me not with a letter, but with a video. In fact, it could not be called a threat, or I did not understand what he meant""Can we see that video?"˝He Sent six or seven months ago. It should be in my e-mail, I will look for it. I can send it to you when I find it"Another police officer, standing on his feet, took a business card from the inside pocket of his jacket and put it on the table. "Please send this e-mail," he said. "How often did you receive such threats?" asked the police sitting in front of me.I shook my head. "No. As I said, I never thought it was a threat""It doesn't make sense for a person who hides for a month and suddenly commits a crime and leaves a mark of himself, What could be the reason?"I said, "Revenge."He looked at me seriously for a few seconds. "Your family has provided enough information before you came. But we don't want you to feel guilty. This is not the answer to my question. It is not your fault. The point is that he thinks he has a right to commit a murder"None of these words made me feel a little better. It could not be. I lost my mother. I lost everything. Moreover, I brought the killer into my family's life. What they said were meaningless words. I was at least as guilty as Paul.Suddenly, I remembered that Paul had a small house on the outside of the city that he hid from everyone. I looked up excitedly at the middle-aged man sitting in front of me. He was getting ready to leave, then he grabbed the handles of the chair, sat back in his chair, and looked at me."Do you want to say something?"A strange feeling came over me. I could not take my eyes off the police. "I will try to remember all the places where he went and where he might be, and I will tell you as soon as possible" I lied. I was still sitting when my father and Henry walked with the police to the door. Shortly after Taylor came out from behind them, Nichole sat down next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. Madeline looked at the ground without moving. I felt that she also thought I am guilty. I remembered Paul's secret house in the first days I decided to leave him. At first, I was skeptical of the messages that came to me when I accidentally paid utility bills from my account. But I did not say anything to him. Because Paul was very good at inventing lies about anything. Then, thanks to an acquaintance of one of my colleagues from that area, I found out the address of the house. The secret house could have been the one Paul bought for his secret affairs. But still, I did not tell him. Because this time he would justify himself by saying that he bought this house just for me or for us to live after we got married. It was impossible to argue with him. He always found a way to be right. I didn't love him anymore, and I didn't care what he did, all I wanted was to leave him and move on with my life. But now, if I told the police the only place he could be, they would find him and arrest him. This would be a favor for Paul.