*Peter*
My mind is reeling. I was uncontrollable back in those days, so consumed with fear and anger. I killed the oldest boy myself, and I saw the body of the smallest, but in my joy over Benjamin’s mate being killed, I never worried about the third. Gus said it was taken care of, and I trusted him.
Thank the Goddess for Gus. I know I can’t erase what I did, but I hope this can help Molly.
Molly goes to unlock the door and heads down the hall to the twins’ room to unlock that one.
“Could I talk to you?” I ask Gus.
He stands, and we walk outside, sitting on the porch where I sat with Molly the day before. We’ve traded offices for secluded homes; honestly, it’s been nice.
“Thank you,” I begin. “I made so many mistakes then. Thank you for fixing one of them.”
“It’s one of t
