Moving house, a noisy toddler and surrounded by boxes – led me to My Best Friend’s Murder

I was surrounded by so many packing boxes I could barely make out which room I was in. My two-year-old was crying because she missed her friends. And I hadn’t heard from my husband in almost twenty-four hours. Our dog was so confused by the move that she’d bounded upstairs, cut her foot on an exposed nail and bled all over the carpet of our new rental house.
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