The Buried Truth

felt like she wa

t, her mind racing with what she had done with Ben. She was a wife. She was supp

t felt alive. It was the best day of her life.

her usual neat bun. She packed her books into her bag and reminded herself, I

aughing at you when you

ozens of young faces turned to her, notebooks open, laptops humming. S

r heart

e

yes fixed on her. That same calm, unreadable look from the beach,

She almost dropped th

t sat there, arms folded, like a man holding a

't there. She kept catching his eyes, and each time, it felt l

nning out of the hall. She couldn't breathe until she locked h

and text Camila, "the guy fr

o reply. Hours

nt home uneasy, she was settling d

officers st

ahati?" one o

r chest t

h us to the station. Just

ediately about Ben. Did someone

m with a metal table. Her palms were sweat

officers came in

amila, is dead. Suicide. We need to know h

ke a slap. Camila. D

"It was just the two o

enzo was standing right there, so

iage, her career, her reputation. Nobody would see a grieving wom

jotting things down.

n, the air felt different. Heavy,

ight have happened to her best friend. Everybo

e look so down and distracted while in class, Ben noticed this. The class ended early. As she was tryi

o touch. Then Ben approached her, he said "professor" what's wrong with the car. She muttered...it just wouldn't start.

left. Leaving Ben alone there. On h

you get my c

and my car broke down, so I

so?" Vice

words stuck

st night before it happened. Her voice was... strange. She sound

st night. The police officers found two used condom a

he was going through a lot. M

telling me, Nandi, secrets

"she didn't fuc

ked....couldn't

ose words echoi

curious what wi

usband's cold body in their be

The police were asking questions. And

life were growing,