"I killed them." Kyle said, his voice firm. "Every last one of them and you know what?"
"..."
"I don't feel a single shred of guilt or pity for them." Kyle added looking toward the ceiling.
For a moment Carter sat backwards, staring at Kyle in awe, mouth agape. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for something - remorse, justification, or perhaps a glimmer of humanity.
But all she saw was a calm, unyielding determination that unsettled her.
The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring her to respond. Carter's mind reeled as she tried to process the weight of Kyle's admission. She felt like she was staring at a stranger, yet the familiarity of his features only made it more jarring. As the silence stretched on, Carter's thoughts swirled with memories of the past, of Annie, of
