They Sent Me to an Asylum, Then Cried for My Mercy

At my son’s one-month celebration, my sister burst in, covered in blood. She dropped to her knees in front of me, hands shaking as she pulled out a crumpled paternity test. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Kaitlyn, I promised to keep your affair a secret, but why? Why would you go this far? Why would you kill people why wouldn’t you even spare our parents? Will you only be satisfied when I’m dead too?"

I barely had time to process her words before my husband, Carter Franklin, snatched the report from her hands.