"Larry, forgive me. I can't take it any longer. I'm living in hell every day. I'm going to accompany Mom and Dad. Don't worry. For the sake of his reputation, Wayne will continue to pay your medical bills."
I heard a heavy thud on the ground, knowing that she had found peace.
Wayne's business boomed. He even opened numerous charitable organizations in my name.
Maybe out of fear, he spent a large portion of his money on donations. During that period, he thrived.
Even the nurses and doctors praised his feats.
But he was a murderer.
How could the person who had exterminated my family roam free and become a so-called philanthropist?
"Larry, what's wrong? Your face is pale, and your hands are cold."
There came the worried voice of my younger brother, Shawn Reid. I snapped back, ending the painful memories.
It was a hot summer night, but my head was covered in dense cold sweat. Chills kept running down my spine.
I had been reborn. It was not the time to dwell on painful memories. I should do something to prevent the tragedy from happening.
"Larry, are you all right? Have some water."
My little sister, Maryann Reid, handed me a glass of water. I looked at her face and couldn't help shedding tears.