Night and death

~5~

Eleanor sat me down on her couch, the couch I had last sat on with my parents flanked at either side. Then she turned on her heel and began to make me her famous hot cocoa.

Auntie Eleanor returned a few minutes later bearing a cup of hot cocoa, steam rising out of the top. She plopped herself on the couch opposite me and looked straight into my eyes. That's strange, I thought her eyes were green, not blue.

"I know your parents were good people and that they shouldn't have died, especially not been murdered." She soothed, "But I am here for you, so stay as long as you like." She gave me a sidelong glance, pity, and sadness in those blue eyes of hers.

"I will miss my brother so much," she murmured.

"But mother is your sister. And you have no brothers," I protested, furrowing my eyebrows at her.

She shot up straight in her chair, eyes flickering to the room with a lock on it. "Yes, yes, that's what I said; sister."

I threw her a puzzling look and took a sip of that famous hot cocoa.

"I'm glad I killed them," she said into the silence.

Aunt Eleanor's knowing smile was the last thing I saw before the world went black.

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