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The Shadow Man
Scenario:Jenny was taking Ten timberly and emma to school After she dropped them off , she waited for her hus At the police Report since there was a marble crime Report since there was a horrible crime. After. Ben came back he was acting strange like he was being This distant to his wife and kids.He will always be at his room talking to someone
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Emma
Brian
Jenny
I took the kids to school.
Ten and Emma were identical twins.
They were in second grade and had turned seven years old three months ago.
After I dropped them off, I went to the police station to wait for my husband.
There had been a crime reported, so I was waiting for the police report.
My husband, Ben, was a police officer with brown hair and a nice smile.
He usually paid attention to me and our kids, but now he was acting strange.
He spent most of his time in a room talking to someone on an old rotary phone.
The room was dimly lit with only one lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.
The window was partially covered with newspaper and tape, and the desk was cluttered with papers, an ashtray, and a few personal items.
My husband would spend hours in that room speaking in hushed tones on that phone.
I approached the desk cautiously, my fingers trailing over the scattered papers and coffee-stained files.
The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the newspaper-covered window, casting strange shadows across the messy surface.
I lifted a stack of police reports, revealing a worn leather notebook underneath.
Next to it sat a crumpled pack of cigarettes - strange, since Ben had quit smoking years ago.
My hand froze over a folded piece of paper tucked beneath the ashtray.
Before I could reach for it, I heard footsteps in the hallway.
I shoved the paper into my pocket as the footsteps drew closer.
Officer Martinez entered, nodding at me before he checked Ben's computer.
While he was distracted, I slipped into the bathroom and unfolded the crumpled note.
It was a love letter, detailed and passionate, signed by someone named Sarah from the precinct's forensics lab.
My hands shook as I read about their secret meetings, their plans to leave town together.
The bathroom's fluorescent light flickered above me as I discovered photos tucked inside the letter - Ben and a blonde woman at a motel.
I heard Ben's voice outside, asking Martinez if he'd seen me.
I rushed out of the bathroom, my heart pounding.
I couldn't bear to look at Ben.
I hurried out of the police station, my mind racing with betrayal.
The house felt different now, tainted by Ben's lies.
I moved quickly but quietly through our bedroom, pulling out suitcases from under the bed.
My hands shook as I stuffed clothes into bags - mine first, then the girls' favorite outfits and toys.
In the kitchen, I emptied our emergency cash from the cookie jar.
The clock showed 2:15 PM; I had forty-five minutes before school ended.
I grabbed the twins' passports from the safe, along with birth certificates and insurance papers.