The Killer I Know Chapter 10

My real name is Luna Hartley.

When I was 10 years old, my father killed my mother.

And I, not knowing the full story, gave false testimony for my murderous father.

That night, I came home from school. The scene I walked into is still crystal clear in my memory.

Every detail of that room is etched in my mind.

My mother lay face-down on the floor, a hemp rope wrapped around her neck, lying motionless.

I walked toward my mother.

Suddenly, a sound came from the house.

Someone was in the house. I didn't dare breathe, didn't dare move, afraid of making any sound.

The bedroom door opened. It was my father who came out.

I looked at him fearfully, seeking some comfort from him.

He suddenly knelt before me, crying and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He frightened me.

At that time, I didn't yet know that my mother had stopped breathing.

I was scared to tears.

"Daddy really made a mistake. Will you help Daddy keep this secret?"

I looked at him in shock.

He quickly said, "Your mother and I, during an argument... accident, it was really an accident."

He broke down crying. I'd never seen my father like this before.

I was too scared to speak.

"If I turn myself in, you won't have a father anymore," he said, looking at me with tears in his eyes.

I had no idea what I was thinking at that moment.

Dad took me into the bedroom, closed the door, and told me not to come out.

After a while, the police came.

I thought the police had come to arrest Dad. I rushed out of the room.

I was shocked by the scene before me.

Mom was hanging from the ceiling beam, her death horrific to behold.

That was the first time I'd seen a dead person.

I never imagined the ceiling beam in our house could serve such a purpose.

The police took me in for questioning.

The moment I walked out the door, the weather was exceptionally clear and quiet.

Out of protection for my father, I gave false testimony.