Alek shrugs, spinning the gold ring on his pinkie absentmindedly. I’ve noticed him doing this before. I suddenly realize there is a reason. “Thirteen.”
This is far more horrible than I ever imagined. I never gave much thought to the adolescent Alek, but it seems this one event in time triggered the psychopath in him. Killing someone at that age changes a person. But maybe in Alek’s case, it only confirmed to him what he always knew to be true.
“I cut this ring from his finger”— he holds up his pinkie so I can see—“as it’s a reminder of who I am, and what I’ve done to get here.” He confesses this so flippantly as though he’s justifying his actions. But nothing can excuse taking another person’s life.
Even with what Kenny did to me, I don’t think I could ever do what Alek did. I guess tha
