I Won't Die For Your Sins

Summary

My cousin’s wife was hooking up with someone at a cheap motel, and my cousin, too terrified to go alone, dragged me along to back him up.

I wanted no part in their toxic marital drama, but he threw himself at my feet, weeping and begging. I made him promise, over and over, that we would only talk—no fists, no violence. He swore up and down.

But the moment we arrived, he kicked the door open, lunged at the bed, and plunged a knife straight into the lover’s chest.

The knife was one he had swiped from my kitchen earlier that day. It was covered in my fingerprints.