No-one confesses to a murder they didn't commit. It has been twenty years since I last saw my brother. The day he was taken away for killing the boy I loved. I honestly didn't think I would see him again. Until now... I never made my peace with the fact my brother was a killer. But at least I don't think about it every minute of every day any more. Or about the boy he killed. The boy I kissed in a private, sheltered...