I found his body. He was lying off the side of the road not too far from the motel. I wouldn't have even seen him if I hadn't slipped and fallen.
I think I slipped on his blood. Blood on ice.
He was nowhere near the car. It looked like he'd been stumbling around with a blade in his neck before he fell. I think he must have bled to death. There was so much of it everywhere. My jeans are still soaked in it. And my shoes.
Daddy must have killed him. I know it was him.
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