WHEN HE CAN’T SPEAK

“She killed them with her hands before starting the fire to make it seem like an accident.” I froze the moment he uttered those words. “How?” I whispered, fear stilling me. “She planned everything,” he muttered, and my stomach churned at the thought as bile rose up my throat. “It was not a sprout out action but a full blown murder. She had poisoned them beforehand during their dinner. Then after, she used a kitchen knife in killing them,” he muttered. A shiver rolled down my spine as tremors of fear shot through me—my skin felt like I was walking through pines and needles. “An argument happened between them before that. I have no idea at what point the loud shouts began, which the neighbors had claimed to hear. But after that, she lit the fire burning her parent’s body to the ground,” he finished, flinching slightly as though he was living in the moment. “Why wasn’t she caught? Why didn’t they carry out any investigations on her?” I asked anxiously. My heart pounding erratically agains