[When you find this letter, you will probably be angry with me. Angry enough perhaps to even burn it down before reading it.
Mother. Father. Alicia. Victor.
Father, I imagine you are the first one reading this. In truth, I hope you are. I hope this reaches your hands before you pass it to Mother, to Alicia, or to Victor. If you are reading these words, then I am already dead, and by now it is also very likely that I have killed Cyril before doing things I can only describe as questionable at best, and unforgivable at worst.
Whether you witnessed it yourselves or only heard of it afterward, I cannot know. And if I am being honest, I pray you did not have to see it with your own eyes.
The first thing I must say is that I am sorry.
