My mom gasped and lifted her hands to her mouth. My dad shot a look at me from his reclined position but he didn’t get up. So it began.
I sighed and told my mother, “The agent came here to see you because he knows secrets about me. Ugly, dark secrets, and he wants me to tell them to you so you can know what kind of person your surviving daughter really is.” I had to take a deep breath because the look of horror that flashed across my mother’s face was almost enough to make me stop talking. “He wants me to tell you what I did when I found out Rissa was dead. He wants me to confess that I went a little crazy, got so lost in the need for revenge and in grief that I made my own bad choices. He’s not even a marshal anymore, I don’t think he ever really was. He had a badge but he just used it for his own ends, not to help anyone else. He’s a bad man and he’s trying to hurt a lot of people. He forced me to come here and hurt you.”
My mom got to her feet and started pacing back and forth in front of me. “What are you talking about, Reeve? None of this makes any sense.” She still had hope. I could hear it in her voice. If I hadn’t been planning on killing Conner already, I would be now. I hated having to be the one to take that hope from her.
“I knew Rissa’s boyfriend was the one that killed her, and I knew he was going to get away with it. Too many people die in the Point for one young girl to matter, even if she was carrying a baby. It was too much. Too much hurt, too much pain, too much injustice. I decided that he needed to learn a lesson the same way he taught it, so I went and talked to Novak.”
My mother gasped and jerked her gaze away from me. She looked at my dad with wide eyes and he finally climbed to his feet. He lumbered over so that he could put an arm around my mom’s shaking shoulders.
“I promised him anything. I would have given my soul, my body, every dime I earned from then to eternity to stop feeling all the anger and hurt I was feeling. He told me he would take care of the boyfriend and he did.” I lowered my head so that my hair fell over my face and I felt my nails break the skin on my palms just enough to release a tiny trickle of blood. “Rissa’s boyfriend died because I needed him to. It was the only way I could keep on living.”
I heard my mother muttering under her breath and then shuffling as she left the room. When I finally looked up it was just me and my father, and he was looking at me like I was a stranger.
“We raised you better than that. All life has value and you are not the judgment maker. We didn’t turn our back on Rissa when she fell into drugs. We didn’t stop loving her when she turned tricks for that boy. We still valued the good in her. How could you do that, Reeve? How could you make a deal with a monster like Novak? Where is there any kind of good in that?”
“I felt like I had to. Rissa deserved better than she got.” How could he not want the man that had hurt Rissa so badly to pay? Why was I the only one that thought that way?
“Did it make you feel better after it was done? Did it bring you peace?”
All I could do was shake my head in the negative. He sounded disgusted by what I had done. I wasn’t surprised, but it still cut to the bone. “No. Nothing has.”
“Because there is no cure for grief. All you can do is wait it out, and day after day, little by little, you come to terms with it. But what you did”—now he was the one shaking his head at me—“even time can’t fix that kind of mistake. You will always be tied to a killer, Reeve, and we’ve had so much death and loss in this family. Why did you come here? We were doing fine. Why did you think we had to know that?”
I swallowed hard to keep his words from hitting me like blows from a fist.
“I didn’t have a choice. The agent that came to the door is trying to take his own kind of revenge against people he feel has wronged him and I’m one of them. He threatened to hurt you and Mom if I didn’t come clean about what I had done. He might hurt you anyway, so you should really be careful. Revenge can make a person go crazy.” I know that’s what it had done to me and I wasn’t nearly as demented and deranged as Conner was turning out to be.
“Hurt? That isn’t the right word to describe what you’ve done here today, Reeve. We lost one daughter to her vices and her love for the wrong man. We’re losing another to her own selfishness and impulsiveness. You shouldn’t have come here. If this is what you had to bring home with you, you should’ve stayed far, far away.”
“I had to.” I really did. This was the reaction I expected, but it still tore me right down the middle.
“Just like you had to make a deal with a terrible man so you could seek out retribution. ‘Had to’ and ‘want to’ are very different creatures. I think you should go.”
“I’m sorry.”