Page 92 of The Locked Door

My sister, Nora.

What a disgrace.

When I first found out I had a sister, I washappy. My whole childhood, I knew I was different from everybody else and I never understood why. My adoptive parents didn’t understand me—they were terrified of me. Then I turned eighteen and I found out who I really was and it finally all made sense.

I watched her for a while. I admired her, I admit that. My sister—asurgeon. I kept wanting to approach her, but I was too intimidated.

Then I met our father. And he told me the truth. Nora was the one who turned him in all those years ago. She wentto the police and told them about his workshop. If not for her, he would be a free man. And I would still be with my family.Nora betrayed us. She’s not like we are.

But our father is wrong about Nora. He has no idea.

I’ve seen her do things. I remember when that man, Arnold Kellogg, came in with his wife after his hernia surgery. The wife had a black eye, and it was so obvious that he gave it to her. The wife came back the next day, and I heard her talking to Nora in her office. I heard the wife crying, saying she could never leave him, that he would find her and kill her. She was desperate.

Then Nora left the office. I watched her take a vial of the calcium gluconate that we had in the supply room, as well as a syringe. Then I followed her back to her office and pressed my ear against the door.

Inject this into him while he’s sleeping. Everyone will think it’s a heart attack. He won’t wake up.

Then a week later, Mrs. Kellogg returned to tell us that her husband had died from a heart attack.

I know what Nora did. She killed that man. Or at least, she’s responsible for his death. And it didn’t bother her at all. Not even a little bit.

So you see. She’s more like us than anyone knows.

I never told the police what I knew about Arnold Kellogg. I kept her secret. After all, she’s my sister.

And you never know when information like that will come in handy.

THE END