King POV
Today, I called a man called Scott to thank him for sending my brother and his family home. My darling wife cried when they arrived home, and we had a private ceremony to be held soon, and no, my nephew would not be included. His Dad's and his fingerprints were in the room, so to me, he was part of the group that killed them; there is no way I can prove that he pulled the trigger yet. I am hoping his fingerprints are on one of the bullets, so I can get him. Even at the tender age of ten, he might argue his age was too young to know better, but I'm afraid I have to disagree and will find a way to get justice for my brother.
The guards, my brother's wife's parents, and his wife will all go into the family plot, where my brother and his son will be set in the crypt. They deserve so
