I did not mean to do it. I was angry. Stupid. Hell, I was even high the night that it happened. When I realized what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I have nightmares every night, seeing his shocked expression as I drove the knife deeper into his stomach. His eyes filled with despair and desparation as he tried to push away from me. I know I shouldn't think about it, but I must get this off my chest. If you are reading this, that means I'm no longer here. I turned myself in and I'm paying for my actions. I'm sorry Andrew, for making you take the fall for my actions. Martha and Henry, for taking your son away from you. And Aiden, you didn't deserve to die that night. You were the best newphew a man could hope for. I am not asking for forgiveness for everything I've done. I just want the truth to be released.