I shut the door behind me and sagged against it, emotionally wrecked but strangely free, the weight of a centuries-long overdue confession lifted off me. Now I had to figure out how I was going to tell my sister I had killed both our brother and her mother-in-law.

                I slowly made my way down the hall and stopped to admire the wide variety of artwork that lined the walls. A poster for the 1922 German movie Nosferatu by F. W. Murnau was flanked on either side by the beautiful, doe-eyed women of Scott Rohlfs, and Keanu Reeves stared at me coldly from behind the barrel of a gun for the action film John Wick. I could hear the light tap of fingers on a keyboard...

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