The sun rises and shines its glorious rays upon the town's gloomy face. The bird wake up and begin to sing their lovely songs as a light breeze drifts through the sleepy town.

The smell of fresh cooked eggs and freshly baked bread wafts through the Roberts' household.

In the kitchen Mary prepares a feast of a breakfast for her brother, knowing that he will soon be taken to the station by Bob's officers. Her auburn red hair drapes along the curves of her face, framing her worries for her brother. She looks down at the eggs sizzling in the pan upon the hot stove, she thinks about the poor chickens that lost their chicks so that she could provide sunny side up eggs for her brother's breakfast.

Will walks into the kitchen and towers over his sister to see what she's making. He grabs a fork that was laying on top of the counter and pokes the yolk of one of the frying eggs.

"Will! It's gonna break!" Mary turns to face her brother and slaps his chest hard. But her warning was a little late, the fork had penetrated the yolk's transparent defense shield and the orangey-yellow centre of the egg oozes into the rest of the pan. "Look what you've done! You've broken the yolk!" Mary crosses her arms and turns away from her brother as a salty tear rolls down the curvature of her face.

"Awe. You're not crying, are you?" Will places the fork back onto the counter and walks in front of his sister. "Why are you crying?" He reaches his hand up to her face and wipes away the tears.

"John thinks you killed the children." Mary sniffles, trying to stop the flow of her tears.

"W-what?" Will blinks and stands there for a moment, silent as he tries to process why the sheriff would think such a thing.

"I'm sorry, Will." Mary whispers softly, but Will is still too lost in thought to realize that she said something. He shakes his head and looks down at his sister.

"Don't worry Mary, everything will be alright." A soft smile forms upon his lips as he gently lifts his sister's chin upwards with the tip of his right pointer finger, "I promise." His eyes meet with hers and the corners of Mary's mouth curls into a small grin.

"Okay." Mary nods her head slightly as Will removes his finger from under her chin. She gently pulls a rag from a pocket in her apron and wipes away her tears. As she wipes, Will notices a few scabbed over cut wounds on her arm that does the wiping,

"Hey, how'd you get those?" He tilts his head to the right slightly as he lifts his right hand and points to the marks.

"Oh?" Mary blanks for a moment as she pulls the rag from her face and looks at the scabs. "I must've gotten scratched by the chicken when I went to go gather some eggs. It's fine." She lets out a light laugh as she flicks her wrist forward while moving that arm downwards, all in an attempt to make her brother believe that she is fine.

"Are you sure?" Will tilts his head towards the left as he looks into her eyes, "I mean, I can call for a doctor to loo-"

"I said I'm fine Will." Mary cuts him off, silence fills the room as neither speaks for what feels like hours is only a few minutes.

"Okay...." Will looks down and turns away from his sister, in his mind, he feels heartbroken and betrayed by her.

"I'm sorry Will." Mary reaches out to gently grab ahold of her brother's arm. The man before her turns his head to look at her, still feeling a bit off. She has never once snapped at him like that, has something happened that changed her to act this way?

"It is okay," Will lies as his eyes try to lock with hers, but she keeps avoiding his eye contact. Why? "Is something wrong?" Will turns to fully face his sister, his face contortions with worry that someone might be hurting her.

Mary shakes her head and looks down, her body turns away from him a bit. The eggs soom sending smoke signals into the air as they begin to burn in the frying pan.

"Tell me, you can trust me." Will reaches out and places his hands onto either side of his sister, he then tries to make her face him once again. "Please, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." His voice sounds with urgency while remaining a a low quiet tone. For the walls in the house are thin and sound travels fast, news of the two fighting would not end well for them.

"I'm sorry Will. I-I" Mary's eyes jolt towards the floor, then to the cabinets, then to his chest, everywhere to avoid meeting with his.

"What? Mary. Come on. You don't have to hide it from me. I'm your brother, I can handle it." Will tries to sympathize with his sister, hoping that it will get her to tell him what she seems to not want to tell him.

"I... It was me." Mary's eyes look up into her brother's eyes, that were now slowly filling with fear as he begins to realize what she means. "I killed the children."

Will's heart figuratively freezes for a moment. All he can do is to stop and he stares at her, he cannot believe what his innocent looking sister just said.

How? Why? When? The questions he earns to ask swirl around in his mind, but he doesn't seem to be able to get them out.

"And you're willing to let me go down for it?" Will finally speaks, his eyes watering with his sadness. "I don't even know who you are anymore." He turns away from her and faces the door.

"Will, you can't tell him it was me." Mary whispers softly at her brother as he turns away from her. "Please." She reaches out her arm as her tears begin to flow again. "I want to tell him myself."

"Fine." Will turns his head towards his sister, his eyes full of anger and sorrow. "But I want you to tell me why."

A knock sounds from the door before Mary has a chance to speak, a voice then echoes from behind, seeking the appearance of William Roberts.

"That's probably Bob now." Will opens the door as he looks down at the man he had been expecting. "Oh look, it is Bob." He fakes a smile and turns his head towards his sister, "did you invite him over without telling me?" He jokes lightly, while tears still pool from Mary's eyes.

"William Roberts, we have evidence to suspect you of murder in the Betty Richards' case. I'm afraid we'll have to take you for a ride, downtown to the station." Bob takes his cap off and looks behind Will to a sobbing Mary. "I'm sorry Miss Mary, please stop crying. I assure you that we'll take good care of your brother." He smiles softly at her, assuming the reason that she's crying is because his men are arresting her brother.

"O-Okay." Mary gasps slightly as she holds her hand over her mouth, she then watches as Bob's men place the fancy metal braclets onto her brother's wrists and then guide him outside to the police vehicle waiting just outside their residence.

"Don't worry sis, I'll be fine. I'll be home before you know it." Will flashes a warm fake smile towards Mary before he is escorted into the vehicle by the officers.

"Bye now Miss Mary," Bob waves his cap in the air to her and then waddles down the path to the vehicle waiting for him.

Mary stands in the doorway, clutching the rag as she holds it up to her mouth. She watches as the vehicles pull out from the driveway and head out towards town. Once the vehicles were no longer visible, the woman turns away and closes the door behind her.

Her hands shake and tremble, she returns to the kitchen and looks down upon the black charcoaled bits of what used to be eggs; laying peacefully in the frying pan that still sat idle on the stove top.

She inhales deeply as she begins to feel her heart pound quickly through her chest. Strands of her auburn drift down from behind her face and dangle just above the pan. Her right hand moves down towards the frying pan and grips the handle gently. She lifts it up and turns towards a wall where a picture of her, Will, and the sheriff stand. A crooked smile forms upon her face before she whips her hand forward, flinging the pan towards the wall. As the impact erupts with a loud crash, Mary turns towards the knife drawer before pulling one out.