Michelle had done something terrible and got away with it because no one had discovered. She was selfish and disturbed, and she believed she had done the right thing for a long time. However, as years passed by, guilt started to infiltrate into her mind, from small drops to a stream that ended up flooding her brain. She couldn't understand why she felt guilty after so long, but the truth was she couldn't even sleep because of it. She started being paranoid, thinking everyone knew what she had done, thinking the government was chasing her down, surveilling all her moves. She cooked herself everything she ate, with fear she would be poisoned, and she installed extra locks on all the doors and windows, yet she was sure someone got into her house when she was away. Guilt was making her crazy. And then she decided to go to the police station and confess.
-Hello, madam, do you have any problem?- the officer asked her, seeing her in clear distress.
-I come to confess.
-Confess, what?
-Ten years ago, I killed my daughter.
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