it's a poem about war

Two months ago, my parents were murdered.I was there.I hid behind the counter and heard everything. I told the police what I saw, but there was one thing I never told them.Now I'm living with Private Matthew Carter and his son, Angus. I thought leaving my old home behind would mean leaving the memories with it.I was wrong.The more time I spend with Angus, the more things start to feel strange. Secrets begin to surface, questions have no answers, and I start wondering if I can really trust the people around me.Because someone knows what happened that night.And I'm beginning to fear that the person closest to me might be the one I should be afraid of most.My brother is a murderer.But which brother?