After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

wanted them gone!”

Eleanor shrieked, the sound echoing off the linoleum floors. “You lying psychopath! You promised me they would only be heavily medicated and declared unstable! You never said you were going to kill them!”

Their impenetrable alliance, forged over years of mutual cruelty and greed, imploded in less than sixty seconds. They began frantically continue reading …