Kayla Matthews

The Unknown Home

It's been two months since my father died and I’m no closer to figuring out who killed him. No one believes he was murdered, but they didn’t see what I saw; Two men, one short and stocky and the other, tall and athletically built. They were fleeing the house just as I entered to find my father’s lifeless body on our kitchen floor. Once the police and ambulance arrived, they announced that he died from a heart attack, but there’s no way that's true. My dad was the most fit 50 year old in the world. He didn’t eat junk food nor did he smoke or drink. I tried telling the police that this was impossible and that I saw the two men responsible for murdering my father. Instead of helping me, they claimed it was the shock of the loss that made me hysterical. I’ve dealt with my fair share of losses, so I know shock doesn’t explain away what I saw.