We just moved to other town and bought an old house. We were cleaning it, suddenly my son was running to me.
“Mom! Mom! Look at! I find it in old cupboard at our kitchen!”
My son gave me an old envelope. I opened it and read a letter inside it.
I’m not a killer. I do know about that murder. I’ve buried all the evidences at yard, behind this house. I’m ready to be a witness!
“Oh My God!”