She sat it down and picked up her camera. Adjusting the lens, she pointed toward the water. “I love it out here. The color of the sky, the quiet melancholy feeling, yet there’s still the sense of so much possibility. This has always been my favorite time of day. Just before the sun comes up.”
“Mine, too.” Jack remarked surprised at how she seemed to read his mind.
“Listen, there’s something I need to ask of you. A favor…”
She lowered the camera and looked at him, obviously intrigued. “Ok?”
“But first, there’s something I need to tell you. I need you to swear that you’ll never tell another soul what it is I’m about to tell you. Not a single person. You have to promise me that, Amelie.”
Amelie looked annoyed. “All right. I promise. Just spit it out, already. You’re really starting to freak me out.”
He took a deep breath and let it out. “I killed my mother.”
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