Here I am, stuck in this depressing looking place. Eastern Europe seems dirty and rundown. I wish I could just pickup and head home. Hmmf, home where is that? You see the cops think they have got my wife's killer, Lark Leiriles. Little do they know Lark is not the killer, I think I am......
So how did I get here? I used to live in Seattle with my wife Michelle and daughter Sarah. Michelle was a pulmonary surgeon and myself a structural engineer. Our daughter is a high school junior. We had everything, a nice house, a wonderful daughter, great friends, and a very comfortable living. All was well until I was contracted 6 months ago to repair an old church in Beja. The walls were damaged years ago from years of ground settling, threatening to topple the place. Ah Portugal, I figured it would be a working vacation over the summer. The wife wanted to take a break from work and we both figured it would be a good time to take our daughter since next year she will be in college.
Once we settled into our new location I began work on the church. I worked for two weeks on a plan to save the church. My wife and daughter were busy each take taking day trips exploring the city, I would meet them for dinner in the evening. Sarah and Michelle did come by a few times to see me on the job and take pictures of the church. The church has reliefs carved in the facade. They depict an classic synopsis of humanity, creation, life, sin, lust, death....
At the start of week three I remember meeting a woman Vivian. She is the local historian and wanted to make sure everything will be as original as possible. We took lunch together over the course of the week to discuss the progress of the church. Come Friday I ended up going back to her house. Everything is becoming cloudy...Why? What is going on? This is not like me, I loved..no LOVE my wife. It's like I am watching someone else but through my own eyes.
I clearly remember coming back to my rental villa late that night and trying to explain why I missed dinner. I remember having an argument with Michelle as rage filled me everything went black. I awoke with her lying on the floor in front of me, cold and still. Her empty eyes were just staring at me. Oh what have I done!? Vivian showed up as if she had been called and quickly took me back to the church and explained everything will be just fine. Police showed up an hour afterward and explained that my wife was the victim of Lark Leiriles, a killer that had been on lamb for several months. Lark was wanted in connection to several murders in Spain. I felt shocked, confused and numb. Since the police stated it was not my fault I went along with it. Something, someone is guiding me
As the police are proceeding with their investigation I realize where is Sarah? The police inform me that I do not have a daughter, I arrived only with my wife. No this can't be, I have a daughter, here is a picture in my wallet of all three of us. I stare at the picture in disbelief as there is only me and my wife. My head is too clouded, I need to get away, find out what really happened. I take off to find out what really has happened, no matter what or where this road takes me.
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