I used to be a murder detective. I’m starting to think that my wife is killing people one by one.. Part.2

It hurt me. A great deal of pain.

My shin was broken, and my head felt like it had been split open. As I lay there in the cold grass, I groaned and briefly forgot why I was there. After that, I opened my eyes.

Damon was standing over me and looking at me with brown eyes that were wide open. He was wearing an old, dirty red cap. "Hey Pa, you okay?"

"Ahh I don't think so...help me stand up, son." I gave him my arm that wasn't broken, and he helped me get up. "What the hell just happened?"

A lion was sneaking up on Mr. Hunter while you were on the ladder, so I guess you didn't see it. I shot it but missed, so I tried to kill it.

I looked down at Mr. Hunter, who had his brown eyes on me. "How'd you find us?"

"I could hear you yelling..."I was interested in who you were talking to.

"The treehouse...Damon, we have to get into the tre-"

"Pa, your face is red with blood." Let's see the doctor. "What are you really interested in up there?"

I looked up again at the little wooden house I had built a long time ago. "I'll tell you later."

I realized I didn't have my phone with me on the way to the doctor's office. Had I dropped it in my pocket by the treehouse? "Hey buddy, do you remember seeing my phone in the grass…