THE THE HEARTBREAKING CASE DIARIES

’ With a sigh, Marlene created her way down the stairs on the foyer. But Elmer wasn’t pacing in front of the massive oak door. Relatively, he was dancing. And wagging. And wiggling and bowing. The same as he accustomed to do when Jack would come home from work.”“Just one night when I was ten, I had been woken up by my Bed room door opening,