If you like music while you read, try “Vice” by Nathan Wagner. It’s what I listened to while writing this CHAPTER!
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~ RIG ~
I pulled my now sobbing sister into my chest and held her while she shook, trying desperately to stifle her cries so no one would hear her. But even as I stroked her hair and held her tightly, my mind spun and fear screamed through me.
Was it possible she was right? Had she really uncovered the truth I hadn’t been able to find about our brother’s death?
No. There was no way. No way our father would have killed Stephen. He had been our father’s pride and joy! Dad had never stopped bragging about him. I had always been so jealous…
But then, as I turned the events of those weeks before Stephen’s death over in my head, the things that had always made me uneasy started to click together…