“What should we do with the body?” Eros glanced down at Blair’s body then as if it was too much of a sigh for him, he looked up to meet my eyes. I caught a bit of remorse mixed with guilt on his face. He must have felt terrible for killing my mother. But before I could tell him that it was alright, my great grandmother said, ‘Poor Blair. She was a sweet girl but she always craved attention and affection. I blame her father. Richard didn’t only beat her up growing up, he also hurt him mentally, always made her feel like she wasn’t good enough.’ Monique, my grandmother, suddenly jumped in and said, ‘And her mother was no better either. She was a spineless woman who did nothing but accepted all the abuse. I was honestly surprised that she even had the guts to have an affair with you, Jerome.’ ‘Oh, please. My charm was just that great,’ said a man that I quickly noted as Jerome Delvaux, aka my mum’s father, Monique’s husband. They started arguing about Jerome’s charm and I quickly sh
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