I felt dizzy as she stared at me, smiling.
"Son, the job isn't finished. You know what you have to do."
It took all my strength to make my mouth move. It was like it was wired shut.
"Betty, I'm not your son," I said, my voice shaking.
"Nonsense," she said, shaking her head. "Of course you are. You're my special baby boy."
"Betty, the killing has to stop. Your son, your real son Mark, he avenged you. He took care of Abigail Lewis. He killed her."
She screamed, "No!!" and it was so loud the living room windows shattered.