Chase glanced down at the handwritten note: I know what you did, and I forgive you.
His stomach churned, not because of finding the paper folded in his wallet, he knew the handwriting, it belonged to his best friend, Devon.
"How could he have learned about what happened the day before he married Mary?" Chase mused.
"She told me right before she left," a deep and shaky voice roared from behind.
Chase whipped around to find Devon at the doorway with a pistol in hand.
"You said you forgave me," Chase cried.
"I lied," Devon said and pulled the trigger.

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