Murder ?

Murder? As soon as I heard the news of my mother's illness, I took the next plane back to Melbourne. I started to regret moving to Sydney - I had been too focused on my career, and I obviously hadn't thought enough about my family. My little sister picked me up at the airport, and drove me back to our old home. I hadn't been back since I'd moved away, and it was comforting to …

…sister crying at the table. He looked up at me. <Tab/>"It was time." <Tab/>The doctors found just enough morphine in her system to label Mum's death as an overdose. My father spoke to the police, and so did my sister. Nobody said anything to me. <Tab/>Except that tomorrow I have to go to court - I'm being tried for murder.