My life is spiraling. I am so exhausted. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow at night. I chose to take a chance by quitting my job. I mean, a woman in her 30’s striving to be happy should not be such a life altering decision. Boy, was I wrong. My family is my number one priority and really my true passion in life, but I need to join the rat race in order to help feed and clothe my children, and let’s face it, my husband too. I need more in my life.

John knew that April would never have committed suicide, but somehow his determination to find the truth had affected him in the presidency. He had acted with care and proceeded with caution and had found the truth, but the media had flipped everything on its head, like always.

Frank had exhausted all the leads that the senator had given him, and talked to everyone he thought she had contact with in a little over a day. The senator didn’t give him much to go off of, and everything still leads to suicide, or at least nothing points to murder.

As John sat sipping his coffee in a small coffee shop, he began to become anxious. Suddenly he saw a tall, middle aged, dark skinned man approach him. “Senator Humbledon,” the man said, “I’m Frank Burkehart. Your office contacted me asking me to meet with you.”

As John slowly roused from sleep, he realized the ring tone from his cell phone had broken the silence of the room. Clumsily he clawed for his phone on his bed side. Finally in his grasp, he pressed “talk.”