Leonel
~~~
Riley Kincaid.
When was the last time I heard that name? Since Jonathan Kincaid’s death, when I slashed his throat in their little living room as I thought everyone was asleep.
It turns out everyone wasn’t.
I remember hearing a little gasp and turning to find Riley’s blue-green eyes wide at me.
She was only a little younger than my 23 (maybe 19) but the look she gave me that day was one you'd give someone far older, who was full of wisdom and still hadn't used it properly.
My heart thrummed, not with fear, but rather regret. When Ava had asked me if I felt any guilt over killing Jonathan, I had said yes, but if I wanted to be brutally honest, I would have said I felt guilt only because I had ended his life in front of his daughter, and all she could do then was look between me and him, his blood soaking into their carpet.
Finally, however, her wide stare narrowed, and she looked at me with a mixture of relief and understanding that calmed me
“Good.” she’d
