"Dear Tristan,
I leave this note with you, not Dad. He doesn't want to believe that Mom's death was anything but an accident. Something fated. Unavoidable. You and I know that's not true.
Remember when Mom warned us about Mr. Sanguin? I've found some hard evidence that links him to that blood cult she was always investigating. Long story short, I've decided to join it and find out more, try to see what they're hiding that's worth killing for.
And when I do, I'll let the world know. Only then can I come back. And I will, no matter what -- because someone's gotta take care of my only little sister. And I've always done what's gotta be done."
I reached under my bed and pulled out the brown paper sack. I put the letter and pictures back into their box, and also put in what had been in the sack, the thing that an old friend of Carl's had bought and given me.
"Little sister can take care of herself now," I whispered, and carefully closed the lid over my new pistol.
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End Chapter 2
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