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Not long after Hazel got settled, she heard a knock at her door. “What?” She pretended to say groggily, acting as if the knock woke her from a deep sleep. If only, she thought.

“I heard you moving around this morning,” her mother’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door, “are you okay?”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Hazel decided that her mother would think she was sleepwalking.

There was hesitation before her reply. “You must’ve been sleepwalking then. Go back to sleep hon, you’ve had a long night.” Hazel froze at her mother’s last words. You’ve had a long night. Did she know? Did her mom know that she was a murderer? The more Hazel thought, the more she worried, and the more guilt gnawed at her. What would have happened if Jake would have lived? Would I have married him? What if I never find love again? What will his family do once they realize that Jake is missing, and will never turn up again? When will the police find out that it was me all along? Will they send me to jail for life? Will my mother ever forgive me?

“What have I done?” Hazel broke down into tears once more, crying until there were no more tears left to fall.

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