My name is Ted McGregor.
After all these years of not knowing my real name, I know who I am.
I don’t like it.
My father is a serial killer. I dug their graves.
Am I like him?
Heredity—the transmission of the sum of the characteristics and potentialities genetically derived from one’s ancestors to descendant through the genes.
Dr. Sorenson said not to worry. We could discuss it in our sessions. Besides, she said, I don’t think like him.
But I do.
Patricide—one who murders his own father.
My father killed his father, and I would kill mine if I weren’t too late. He murdered my best friend. Jaxon deserved to go home. And they deserved to have him home. Instead, they are burying him tomorrow.
And then they will go home and rebuild their lives.
But where do I go? Do I crawl back into that basement? Back to my family home? To my only home?
I’m Ted McGregor.
Please forgive me.