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“Mr. Jackson, are you still there?”
“Yes,” I said, and managed to compose myself. “Yes, I’m here.” I took a deep breath. “Where is he? What happened?”
The detective told me that earlier that Christmas Eve morning, Jeff had turned himself in and confessed to shooting my mother. He said that he and my mother had gotten into a heated argument, and he went into one of the bedrooms and waited. When he was sure she was asleep, he opened her bedroom door, stood next to her bed, and at point-blank range, he pulled the trigger.
Tears ran down my face as I listened. I felt hopeless and lifeless all over again.
The detective told me they had recovered the gun from the bedroom Jeff had hidden it in. “Now that
