Prologue
The police report says it was done with a knife. I know otherwise. It kills me, but I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone, and at this point, there's nothing I can do but keep it a secret. I love him, and I understand his reasons for doing it. I would do anything for him, but there's one thing making me reluctant to keep this a secret. It would be different if he had killed someone else, but he didn't. A stranger, I could have handled. Sure, the guilt would find me. But this is something else. Something much more... personal. He killed my father. The worst part?
I helped him do it.