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George slowly reached for the envelope, the tremor in his hand obvious. He managed to open the flap and pull out the thin piece of paper. He cautiously unfolded the letter. She would worry about forensic evidence later, if it came to that.

“Oh, butterfly…”

Kinsley bit the inside of her cheek in a futile attempt to hold back the tears upon hearing her father’s heavy voice filled with so many conflicting emotions. The copper tang of blood hit her tongue right as her gaze landed on the black ink. Her father had placed the letter on his desk, probably in an effort to wrap his mind around her admission.

Kinsley had already reached her conclusion.

Even in death, Gantz’s reach was inescapable.

From her position on the other side of the desk, she could easily make out the damning words—I know you killed Calvin Gantz.

~ The End ~