The woosh of the thriller roller coaster sounds outside my office window.

The happy screams of the riders ebb and flow,

as the train makes its way around the twisting, looping track.

The biggest screams always come when the train goes upside down.

I used to love the sounds of those screams.

I used to love the sounds of those screams. I used to love this park.

Now, things are changing. I stare at my computer screen, reading all the legalese from the safety inspectors.

Last week's freak accident, if you can call it that, made headlines in the local news, and whenever

someone dies or is injured at the park, an occurrence that has been happening too often lately,

there's always a visit from the state inspectors. But this is no routine inspection. If I'm

reading it correctly, it means we're on a probationary

period. They'll shut us down if something else happens. I don't understand it. We closed

for the remainder of the week after the woman fell out of the Ferris wheel. We went over every

inch of the ride with the state inspectors. I had my employees check every other ride too.

There was nothing. No problems.

We stay on top of our inspections.

We have, ever since I took over operation of the park.

One of the inspectors even said to me he thought the woman jumped.

Although we're two young children that had been on the ride with her said otherwise.

But they're just kids.

Their little brains can't process the thought that mommy would want to kill herself.

She jumped. There's no other explanation.

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