Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

I hated the taste of betrayal that knowledge left on my tongue. But there
was nothing I could do about it, not when I was the one to betray his trust
first.
Maddox seemed to hesitate, but then he rushed towards the hallway
leading to our rooms and came back a second later with my box.
He handed it to me and I grabbed it with weak hands. That night, my little
wooden box weighed a ton, probably because of all the heavy secrets it
contained.
Pushing down on the engraved flowers, I turned the little locket on the
side and it snapped open. I gulped.
What I was about to reveal to Maddox was something I had never told
anyone.
It was something I had planned on telling him one day, when I actually
gathered the courage to do so without being scared of him leaving us.
Opening it up, the smell of dried jasmine hit my nostrils and I inhaled it
like an addict.
It had been a while since I took a walk down memory lane.
Retrieving the small piece of paper I knew would pretty much sum up
everything, I handed it to Maddox. He frowned, reading the cut-out
newspaper article I had printed seven years ago.
I didn’t need him to read aloud to know what was written there. I had
read it so many times I knew it by heart.
Flores family massacre: parents were found slaughtered in their house,
children are missing.
The town of Faithview is mourning four well-loved members of its
community this Monday morning. Jasmine and Antonio Flores were found
dead in their home late last night. The alert was given by a neighbor who