“One of the most fascinating tales about your family came to be thanks to you if I’m not mistaken. You are the mother murderer,” she said. Her teal eyes snapped to mine, arresting me. Coming from her mouth, she made it sound like I deserved accolades. “I didn’t kill my mother. My brothers did.” “You stabbed her. You wanted to kill her and you would have if your brothers hadn’t been quicker.” She made it sound like a race too. It hadn’t been. It had all happened as if in slow motion. I didn’t like to think of that day, but it occasionally visited my dreams.
