The love of money made me do this. Killing Achigamsi, my love. It was disheartening, running the blade on her throat. I’d lured her that day to come stay with me, giving her the reason that I was missing her, though my real intention was to kill her. It was never my choice, you see. But I had to do it. Given the instruction to cut off her breasts, I looked down at my beloved in tears and hardened my heart right there.