—“Stop everything.”
The room turned to ice.
My Uncle Ray, who had come “to say goodbye,” turned pale and tried to leave.
But Matthew pointed his finger at him.
—“It was him… and he told me that if I talked, he was going to bury my sister too.”
My mom screamed my name.
I looked at my uncle.
And then I remembered something I had ignored for six years:
He was the one who found the knife.
He was the one who called the police.
And he was the one who kept the house after they locked up my mother.
The guard closed the door.
My uncle started to sweat.
—“That kid is confused.”
Matthew pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket.
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