We thought it would of solved all of our problems. Who got the money? Who kept the house? Drunks aunts fighting over silks, and old grandpa threatening his will. But what if we burned the money? Burned the house? Burned the silks from then and now. But as I walk back on these ruins, I see what I’ve ruined. I killed them. Killed my sweet innocent cousins. Lighting the fire would have been easy enough, burning the stuff. We should have had a plan. Set a time to light it and abandon. I light it first and I die last.