“You were good,” he said. “You’re a natural.” A natural what? Liar? Killer? If I’m honest, even on that first night I knew it wasn’t for me. And that was years ago. It came more easily to Julian. We’re all going to die. What does it matter when and how? I had watched the life drain from my mother’s eyes, my father kicking her over and over. Our gazes locked through the slats in the closet door. It matters. Trust me.
