The Book of Secrets
I walk in and drop my keys on the counter. It’s been one of those days at the precinct. You’d think after being a detective for three years a person would be used to working cases nonstop, but some cases destroy you. I look around the house and notice some of my stuff on the floor. I must have knocked it over earlier and forgot. I walk upstairs to my bedroom. Pictures of my ex-fiancé and I are laying on the floor. My clothes are hanging out of drawers pulled halfway out.
