I slowed down as I neared home. The house was unusually quiet, missing the soft jazz my mother usually played in the evenings. I turned the knob — unlocked. The second strange thing.I was about to call for my mum when I saw it. Bright red seeping into the carpet beside her lifeless body. A few feet away, in the dining room doorway, lay my father. Also lifeless.With trembling hands, I picked up the note in his palm.“I will be watching.”I stumbled back, and before the weight of it could sink in, someone grabbed me and I screamed—“NOOOO!!”I jolted awake, screaming for the third night in a row. Sweat clung to my forehead, the bedsheet damp. I turned on the small light above my bed and saw my terrified reflection in the dresser mirror—wild hair, wide eyes, dry lips.I poured a glass of water. As I drank, the memory replayed again, as it always did.The night my parents died.The night I lost everything.For two years I’d tried to understand why anyone would kill them in such a cold,
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