The night did not go as planned. I do not even know why I have the strength to be even typing this down. My youngest son William has just died. It all happened during the evening stroll when him and Ernest ran ahead to play hide and seek. Next thing we know we can not find William and later find him "stretched on the grass livid and motionless; the print of the murder's finger... on his neck." I can not take in his death. I just can not believe it. We were gonna be a family again, complete and happy. Why does this have to happen now? I am just so sad and my mind is all flustered, I do not know what to do.
And on top of that, Justine Moritz was accused of William's death. I saw her as my own daughter and treated her as my own too, how could she do this to me? But deep down in my heart I just can not believe that it is true, that she was the one that killed my little William. But then again all the evidence points to her. A servant had found in Justine’s pocket a picture of my wife last seen in William’s possession. Could this be true? I am so confused, I do not know what to believe anymore. The trial for the murder is today at eleven. I hope that it is not true that Justine really murdered William. I pray it is not true.
Alphonse
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