로그인I remembered my last conversation with David. I told him that Abigail hadn't gone missing. I was the one who killed her!That day, when he was about to beat me to death, I wanted to tell him I had killed Abigail. As long as I got to see him completely broken by despair, dying would have been worth it.But he stopped. Just when he should've shown no mercy, he held back. Instead, he started investigating me, determined to expose my lies.But how could he? I had planned everything so carefully.Two months before that, I had deliberately started following cases involving traffickers and missing children. I steered everyone's attention in that direction and led them to investigate along those lines.After David confirmed that I had gone nearly 30 hours without sleep, running all over the place to "find" Abigail, he actually stopped suspecting me.The truth was, I was running around looking for the perfect place to dispose of her body. I'd successfully misled both David and the police.
Ten minutes later, David opened his eyes wide and desperately tried to get out of bed to grab me, only to collapse just one step away. He could no longer crawl forward. He flailed his hands in anger, pain, and despair. Gradually, he stopped reaching for me. Instead, he clutched his chest, struggling to breathe. Each breath came out with a harsh, rattling wheeze."Doctor! Get a doctor!" David cried."Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you."A chain-reaction crash had occurred on the nearby highway just before I reached the hospital. The injured were all brought to this hospital, and every doctor was swamped. No one could hear David's faint cries for help.I simply stood there and watched as his breathing slowly stopped. I had waited so long for this moment. I thought I would laugh—that I would feel satisfied, relieved, or maybe even happier than I had ever been.But… I felt nothing. He was like a pile of garbage rotting right in front of me, the stench so foul it made it hard
I instinctively clenched my fists, a wave of panic washing over me.Mom noticed something was off with me and rushed over, grabbing me tightly. "Don't even think about running! You're coming to the police station with me! I never told anyone about what you did to your own father, so I didn't cover for you. You can't threaten me."I suddenly found it absurd.She was so eager to see me go to prison. Her hand clamped around my wrist like a vise as she dragged me downstairs, where we ran into Frank, who had just arrived."Where's Abby? Officer Cole, you found her, haven't you?"But there was no one behind Frank.He shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry. I came here to let you know that all the traffickers have been arrested. But none of them have seen Abigail. But don't worry. I promise I'll keep searching for her…"Mom stood there for a long time, murmuring in disbelief. "How could… how could they not find her?"You were scared! I saw it, Zachary. I saw how scared you were when I
Frank was a good cop. When we were at the hospital, he saw the scars covering my body. After learning that I'd been abused for nearly ten years, his eyes turned red."What kind of monster does that to a kid? He abused you for years. What he did was a serious crime. Why didn't you report him?"I lowered my head and rubbed my eyes in response to Frank's anger and concern. "I was too scared. If I reported him and he got out, he would've beaten me even worse."He squeezed my hand tightly. "That won't happen. He's going to prison now. You just focus on living your life. Your sister's disappearance was an accident. You didn't do it on purpose, so don't blame yourself. We'll do everything we can to find her…"When I got home, Mom was nearly hysterical. She wiped away her tears and cried, "What are you trying to do? Zachary, what do you want? Abby is missing, and David is in jail. Are you going to hurt me next? Do you want me dead too?"Now that it was just the two of us, I stopped preten
Seeing that I was finally willing to speak, Mom's cold expression finally changed. I even saw genuine hope and excitement in her eyes at the possibility that Abigail might come home.But I only answered coldly, "She was taken by human traffickers. She's never coming back.""You really aren't afraid to die? Fine, Zachary! You had your chance. David will make you pay!"Mom trembled with rage, her eyes filling with a murderous hatred, as if she wanted to tear me apart. She gritted her teeth and stood up to find David. Just then, someone knocked on the door.Mom froze, seemingly trying to guess who it was."Go open the door," I said bluntly. "It's probably Officer Cole. I asked him to check on me regularly to make sure you two don't hurt me again."You can't kill me now. And you'll never find Abby."I finally dropped my innocent act, the corners of my lips curling up as I revealed the darkness I'd been hiding all along.Mom backed away warily. "You… You…"I stared at her calmly,
"Mom, I didn't do it. I didn't…""Stop pretending." Mom cut me off with a cold look. "When your own father got drunk and fell to his death, no one was home. Everyone thought it was an accident. But I saw what happened. I saw you pour the soapy water there beforehand. I saw you slowly loosen the balcony railing," she said."Zac, where is Abby? Tell me. I won't hold it against you. As long as we can find her, I won't tell anyone what you did."At that moment, I felt like the belt was hitting me again, cutting through my skin and striking deep into my heart.In the past, Mom would at least pretend. She would secretly slip me some money, pat my head, or ask if I was okay, keeping up the appearance of a loving mother.She pretended not to see it when David beat me. Then afterward, she would come to comfort me.But now, she didn't even bother pretending. Her eyes were cold, wary, and filled with undisguised disgust.I didn't understand. I truly didn't understand."Mom, I'm your son







