The Willows Secret

It happened on a summer day. Just any old summer day I guess. Warm breeze, sunlight sneaking through the branches of the willow tree I sat under. This was a normal day for me, sitting and writing. I was so caught up in my journal, I didn't hear the footsteps behind. By the time I heard them, it was too late. I looked up and saw someone whom I trusted and never thought would do such a horrible thing.

I'm Corinth Westfall and I was murdered under the willow.