Chapter 8 - The Letter
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A year after the trial, I got a letter.
No return address. No stamp. Just my name. Handwritten.
I opened it.
Kate,
If you're reading this, I'm already dead. Or close to it.
I'm not sorry for what I did. I'm sorry I got caught.
But I need you to know something. Something I should have told you years ago.
Ethan wasn't the one who planned to kill you. It was me. I hated you from the moment I met you. Not because of who you were. Because of what you represented.
You were good. Kind. Decent. Everything this family wasn't.
And I couldn't stand it.
So I planned your death. I told Ethan to push you into that grave. I told the family to help.
But you ruined everything. You always ruined everything.
I hope you rot in hell.
—Eleanor
I read the letter twice. Then I burned it.
She'd hated me because I was good.
That was the saddest thing I'd ever heard.
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