Mack stood and looked slowly around the room, making eye contact with each family member one by one. “One thing I can tell you all for certain is that Eleanor did not kill John, or have him killed.” He sank back down into his seat. Defeated. “But I did it. I killed her. I had to. The family name was on the line—John’s name, all of your names—and I love you all too much to let her get away with that.”
Oh. Well that was easy, I guess.
