Oliver
I awoke to sunlight pouring over my face. I opened my eyes and looked around. A painting my Aunt Gloria did of Mount Hood met my gaze. I sat upright in the bed. I was in my room, in my own bed. I don’t quiet remember how I got here.
I rubbed my face. I had a headache, probably from all the crying. I stood up and shuffled my way into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of Tylenol. I popped a couple capsules in my mouth and took a drink from the faucet.
I looked at myself in the mirror, a very disheveled and exhausted looking man stared back at me. Then all of the events from earlier started coming back.
My Dad and his high school sweetheart. My long lost sibling from another mother, possibly the killer we’ve been looking for-
I splashed some water o
