So Long, John

Ten years!

That's how long it had been since John Miller's eight-year-old body was dragged from the pond on that eerie, cold, foggy morning. Ten years was how long John's step-father had been sitting on death row for John's murder.

Ten! Long! Years!

John's step-father had nothing to do with John's death. For ten years, I've known the truth that could set an innocent man free. However, I had reasons of my own for keeping the truth about John's death a secret.

The truth started haunting me and I couldn't keep it to myself, any longer. This sleepy, simple little town had a lot of explaining to do. When I told the truth about what really happened that morning, this modest town sure started squirming.

But, why?

I had no idea what was really going on behind all those closed doors. Now, I know all about it. All of it. Shocked, confused, dazed, and stunned, I know only one thing for certain. This town will never be the same.

Never!