Split

My family dividing. Mother hurting. A pack united, completely ruined. The effect of my findings. Flames sparked at the instant my fingers touched the drawer. A disaster. What was to come is present. Memories haunting at random times. My mother lost; lonesome. My siblings too young to understand the conflict that arose from the treasure. Puzzle pieces do not fit. The twists and turns created a new. I try to resolve the instances; failure.

Sneakiness. Lies. A change in the person we thought we knew. Arriving at later times : “work” was running late, leaving for “the gym”, going on frequent “business trips”, and burying evidence in the wood. These events are all parts to the greater image. The man we knew choosing betrayal. The front was caught. I transformed into the Sherlock Holmes of the household. Anixiety risen. Sweat galore when I continue the mission. Watching my back. Sneaky. Witnessing the every move of the Villian. The details concluding everything found in the second drawer of the stack. I sat. A hurricane hit the secluded area; shirts on the floor, and socks thrown in every direction. Laying in the empty box; destruction. I recovered a phone. The password was easy to guess. Meanwhile, I listen for the garage door to open. Avoid being seen. Messages from a second lover were on this phone; proving the three right. I set this aside. A piece worthy of heart drop. I find letters and envelopes from this woman, all hidden among the cloth. The doorbell rang. Clearly in remembrance.

A beautiful arrangement, card, and chocolates were placed on the porch. From the other…