The Confession

“Tell him! Tell him the truth Robert, tell him you didn’t do it,” Her voice shook. The days of questioning had worn hard on her nerves.
There was a long silence in the air. The clock on the wall seemed as though it took longer to strike seconds and minutes were out of the question. His face was still, his eyes focused on the blank corner of the room. His body was tired, his mind was tired. He knew this was it.
“It was Friday, August 19th…” He started, his face wincing.
Her face turned white. This man, her husband…was a murderer.

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