I was dreading the Cunningham family reunion even before the first murder.
Before the storm stranded us at the mountain resort, snow and bodies piling up.
The thing is, us Cunninghams don’t really get along. We’ve only got one thing in common- we’ve all killed someone.
My brother. My step-sister. My wife. My father. My mother. My sister-in-law. My uncle. My stepfather. My aunt.