The Boy Next DoorThe police had really done a number on Mom. Dad had to give her a sedative to calm her down. Lindsey knew her Mom was fragile and so did Clem. He was right about not telling her that day. Maybe they were both wrong she didn’t have to find out from the police. Lindsey believed it would have been much calmer if they told her themselves. She was much better in the morning. Margaret even made breakfast which Lindsey ate and finished just to me her happy. No one mentioned the police, DNAs or Leah King and Lindsey wanted it to stay that way. Lindsey walked out of the house in blue jeans, a pink top, a long white cardigan. The blue sky was obscured by morning clouds. A bitter breeze clapped her cheeks. She couldn’t wait to turn on the heater in the car. ‘Ugh, Clement! Hurry up!’ Lindsey yelled at the house.
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