I reached home and found Molly standing at our gate. She looked nervous. 'Is your mother home?' she asked. I nodded. She handed me a small envelope. 'Give this to her. And tell her... I'm sorry.' I took the envelope and went inside. I opened it and found a letter. It was a confession. Molly had been paid by someone to spray oil on our stairs. She didn't know it would lead to my death in the past life, but she felt guilty now because I had been kind to her family recently.