I looked at the little boy in front of me, and for a moment, I felt a strange sense of nostalgia. When Jonah was first born, I adored him, this sweet little baby who would call out for me, clinging close to me every day. He was, at the time, my only salvation.
I don’t understand how Bella’s influence could be so powerful. That innocent child I once loved had become someone entirely unfamiliar to me, molded by Bella and Ethan’s constant meddling. But since Jonah was someone I had genuinely loved, I decided to give him a farewell gift he’d never forget.
I called Jonah over and asked him to go to the room next door and borrow a paring knife. Jonah, thinking I’d leave Bella alone if I had the knife, cheerfully fetched it for me.
He crossed his arms with satisfaction. “There, happy? Now don’t bother Bella anymore.”
I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Hold on,” I said, “I have one last present for you.”
With Jonah watching, I raised the knife to my throat and slashed. Blood sprayed out, splattering across his face.
This, I thought, was the unforgettable gift I intended to leave him.
