Reborn in purgatory, back on New Year’s Eve, the night my whole family was wiped out
Reborn in the moment my family was slaughtered on New Year’s Eve, I was hiding in the cupboard where we used to store holiday treats as a child. My grandmother’s head rolled to my feet through the crack in the door. The killer gently called me by my childhood nickname: “Come on out, sweetheart. I’ve got your New Year’s money.” Last year, he had knelt and begged my father for a loan to save his daughter. Now, blood from my family dripped from the tip of his knife. I silently tightened my grip on the cleaver I’d taken from the kitchen. This time, I would be the one handing out the New Year’s money.
