When You Know The Killer

After learning about a crime committed by a child I saw growing up, I am conflicted.

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It was a Thursday morning when my cousin called. Her voice was shaking, and she was unable to say anything intelligible. I had no idea why she was so shocked and nervous until she was finally able to let it out. Someone we know had just stabbed his partner to death two nights…