I want to know about one that happened here in Sorrowsong.” His father yawns down the line. “That one was a shame.” I’m so sorry, Alex mouths at me. I’m glued to the bed by my own morbid curiosity, my apparent need to see myself suffer. “Who ordered the hit?” “Me.” “Why?” “Ah, it was complicated. I did feel a little bad.” Alex’s hand tightens around the edge of the mattress. “Who was the intended target?” “A woman, I think. Her and her husband. I can’t recall their names. Annabel…Anna? Something like that. Wasn’t anyone of importance; no one noticed they’d gone in the end, anyway. Probably one
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