Norah
I still cannot believe I killed a person.
The warm water from the shower head sprayed on my body, while I stood quietly, the memory of the murder days before playing in my mind. And all I could think of was that I killed a person in cold blood.
It had been a few days since I burned a man alive and the memory of it still haunts me. But what surprised me most was that I wasn't guilty. I wasn't guilty of killing him, wasn't guilty of burning him alive, or wasn't remorseful about the loss of a family member. I was a murderer now, a killer who watched her stepbrother burn in the flames I sent for him, a monster who unlived him in cold blood.
The night I burned him was still imprinted on my mind, like a memory that seemed impossible if I had imagined it before my abduction. I feel l
