They found the body of a girl, age eleven, in the creek out behind Martin's house. They searched him up and down, and did all kinds of strange things with test tubes and evidence bags, but all they ever found was a string of not guilties. They don't even know her name.
No one talks about it anymore, but no one goes to the creek behind Martin's house either.
I named her Elliott. And every year in November I bring a white flower back to where she died.
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