If I was expecting to feel triumph, then I’m wrong. Mostly, I just feel sad. Danner’s killed people, but so have we. There’s no mercy in what my brothers and I do. No special teas. No quick ends. There’s no satisfaction in watching this old, frail man grimace as the poison meets his stomach. But I can’t trust him with my life anymore. Not with my brothers’. Not with my Princess’. Not with my son’s. When I place my hand on his, holding his foggy-eyed stare, I can only think of two words to part with. They’re the same words I spoke to him every night as a child as he tucked me into bed.
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