My younger brother, Nick Sutton, pushed the door to our villa open while raising his camera. "We're home, Chuck!" When I heard his voice, I headed straight to the door. It was a sight I had imagined numerous times before I died, that they would return safely and tell me that what happened at the beach was just a misunderstanding. As long as they were still alive, they could blame me or make me beg for forgiveness, and I would never be mad at them for it. However, my outstretched hand went through the shoulder of my mother, Mary Lester.I could no longer hug them.The living room was dark, and only a few white candles, which had been almost burned out, were left. Four funeral portraits were placed on the table along with a birthday cake that had gone moldy. The cream on it had melted, and there were five names written on it along with the words 'Family will always be together'.Nick was not frightened by the funeral parlor atmosphere in the house but laughed out loud instead. "
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