Murder gnaws at the soul. Whoever did it will reveal themselves, sooner or later. No killer behaves normally over time.
I thought our killer was just raving mad, but he’s trying to prove a bloody point. That everyone would make the same choice he did. Saving their livelihood over someone else’s life.
I don’t truly know what I did or didn’t do. I can say I am a convicted murderer, which is true. I am convicted. And I can say that I killed her, too… Hanna… which I have said more than once. And I can even imagine that I killed her, which I have imagined, because that’s what I’ve been asked to do multiple times. But I honestly can’t say that I did, in fact, kill her. Because I just don’t remember, for the life of me.