Peony

© 2021 by Ireland Rea. All rights reserved.

“Who was it that thought he did something?”

“Well.” She started, but paused before she said more.

“Was it the police?”

“No.”

“Did it have anything to do with that gang he used to be in?”

“Well, yes, but it’s really not my place to tell you.”

Then who’s is it?

Which was the last thing I thought before she left her room to leave me to it. I, of course, was irritated at first. Out of all the people who could tell, how the hell can she say she can’t? But then I calmed and settled on this is just something I’m going to have to deal with myself. Even if I had to go to my father himself. I was going to find out.