He must have come to his senses. The next day, Jason found me through someone else.
Overnight, he had grown haggard. Even his originally jet-black hair had turned significantly gray, and his eyes were filled with remorse.
When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if it held unending pain. "Eunice, I never thought all those things were true."
"I confirmed it with Edward. I really was the one who killed Mom. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Looking at his utterly devastated expression, I felt not a single shred of sympathy.
Without even a flicker of emotion on my face, I twisted the knife deeper.
"You didn't just kill Mom. You personally poured your mother's ashes down the toilet."
"Jason, you are truly a piece of garbage."
Jason's pupils trembled, and the events of the previous day dawned
