Blood dripped across the floor, staining the carpet. A knife laying on the floor, a slight shimmer on the metal blade. A women laying on the floor...dead...
Tears cloud Bryson's vision. "Why?" He sobs. There's the sound of a police car pulling up, the lights flickering through the window. A policeman walks in the door, a look of concern on his face. He glances at Bryson...

~Bryson's POV
"Nooo!" I yell. "Don't take her away." My little girl, Amberleigh is placed inside of a vehicle. She doesn't look back.
I am seated into a police car, my hands in hand cuffs. The red a blue lights are still going, the officers are outside of the car, talking. There's another inside, investigating. "I didn't do it." I think to myself. "I would never do that." My eyes narrow. "Who?" I scream. "Who did this?!" I cry out, although no one seems to notice.
I watch the vehicle, the one holding my daughter, pull away. That was the last time I saw Amberleigh...