Oct 15, 2021
12 min read
She Was My Best Friend, Pt. 6
In holding, Lynn shuffles through the last few weeks of conversation that she had with Liz.
The room is cold and fluorescent light keeps flickering. I don’t know how I got here, but a week after my best friend was found dead, I’m looking at the world from behind bars. The cops that once laughed as I joked with them at the diner, keep walking by my cell…
