You should have just brushed that thought out of your head.

Months ago, a little girl grabbed your sleeve, she had just seen you kill someone, you should have gotten rid of her.

But she handed you all her money and a paper, crumpled and wet, with scribbles 'get rid of my father'.

At a certain point you gave her the money back. She told you her name is Amelia Laurel. Every day of her life got worse, you've been watching her for a while. You needed to do this, and you did.

She didn't seem remorseful, she hugged your waist, being too small to hug you higher. You can't leave her alone here, you're a murderer, not a monster.

“...Can I pick up my plush that I left inside the house?” she looks up, still hugging you.