this morning #1512.
this morning, though i was completely confused about what the family’s mysterious background might mean, i still believed that, as long as i did the research, i could use my journalistic skills to put the pieces together. so far, the neighbor’s been a total waste of time. after we’d been held at gunpoint, something shifted for him. fear. paranoia. an inability to recall all those stories he supposedly had about his neighbors. i never would’ve let this man convince me that we should break into his neighbors’ shed. i was on my own. i called my editor. phoned my partner. i needed to pay a visit to the town where the man who shared the husband’s name came from. spend a day. ask around. i hopped in my car. got there by dark.