The end.

That was the end, Bobby thought when he got back to the house after spending several hours lying to the police. "I fucked your wife." He smiled slightly.

"Dad." Daniela's voice brought him back to reality. She sounded happy as she called for Jerry. She should be happy – everything had gone as they planned.

His feet took him up the stairs.

Everything had gone as they planned?

With Jack, everything had always been difficult. Bobby had never forgotten those huge, scared eyes that looked up at him that first day he came to their house. He had felt angry. Angry with the boy? No. With life, with God, that is if there was one, with the son of a bitch who hurt his little brother.

One day Evelyn asked him to take Jack with him to the store. Some boys had scared the kid and before he realized it, he felt one hand clinging to his arm. He did not have to look at his face to know the fear that the boy felt.

"Nothing will happen to you," he told him. "I promise that nothing will happen to you; you are my brother. I will take care of you."

Damned liar.

That was him, a liar.

Before he realized it, he was standing in front of Jack's bedroom.

Shit.

The door was open. The same. Everything was the same, as though his little brother was still there. Still with them.

"Fuck, Jack."

He closed the door and went to his own room, shutting the door behind him.

Alone.

He was alone in the dark.

A tear started to roll down his cheek.

"Please … forgive me."