dear jane letter

Michael is back, and this time his past tries to get the better of him. See just how this murder mystery plays out when the heat gets turned up...literally.
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Thursday 3:39 A.M. –

She entered the front door as she always did after a night out with her single friends—drunk. She threw her keys on the couch, leaned against the wall to take off her shoes, and stumbled aimlessly to the master suite. This time she made it to the master bathroom without tripping over her husband’s shoes, basketball…well really anything that he may have left near the entryway. Once inside, she shut the door behind her before turning on the light, as to not wake her husband. She turned on the cold water, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth with mouthwash.

Do I want to take a shower now or in the morning?

Deciding against it, she slipped out of her clothes and into the t-shirt she always slept in. With that, she reentered the master suite once more in order to get into bed and cuddle up next to—

An empty pillow…an empty bed!

She reached over to the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed, turned on the light, and discovered an envelope with her name written on it. She looked around the room and observed that the room seemed to be a bit brighter. A little more spacious. Her husband had left; and this is why: Dear Michelle…