It takes me a few tries to swallow, then I translate: “Mihwa, are you well?” Ethan nods, and I remember Ben taught him to read and write Korean. “My question is who the hell is Mihwa, and what does he—” “She, not he. Mihwa is a female name.” The name sounds foreign on my tongue, even though it belonged to me for the first eighteen years of my life. “Right. What does she have to do with Ben?” Ethan is focused on finding his brother’s murderer, his grief under control. “Why did the killer leave this note?” Because of me. A scream rings through my head. Ben’s dead because of me.
