CHAPTER 76 - Molly

CHAPTER 76MollyISQUIRM IN MY CHAIR AND TELL MYSEL I’M READY. MY LAST SECRET fear, so far hidden in my brain, I never told anyone, not any of my therapists, not even Jay. But I’m strong enough now.If Indie was smothered, as Keith said, I need to know. That doesn’t mean that he didn’t do it himself. Certainly, no one believed at the time that I was responsible. And I pray with my whole being that I wasn’t. But I feel like I owe it to Indie to know the truth, as much as possible, of what happened to her. I have no recollection of it, and that hurts as well. I don’t remember what happened to my little friend.I hope Detective Fuller gets here soon before I lose my nerve. The door opens, and Detective Myers walks in.“Hi, Mrs. Bradley. Sorry to keep you waiting. Detective Fuller needed to get home. Hope you don’t mind.”“No. That’s fine,” I say, although I’d rather have had him here now. She intimidates me.Detective Myers lays the file folder on the table in front of me, and I reach for it with a shaking hand.“Mrs. Bradley,” she says. “It’s okay.”I find strength in her icy blue eyes, nod, and open the folder.The page blurs in front of me, and I blink to clear my tears. I skim the notes, searching for the answer I need. Pain rises in my chest, like a heart attack, as I see it in the conclusion section. Keith was lying.Indie died from an overdose of the sleeping pills he put in our soda.I choke out a sob and lean my head in my hands. The room is quiet, and I clear my throat and peep up at Detective Myers. There are tears in her eyes too.