Secrets Kept

My grandmother always said that there’s no such thing as a shared secret.
Either you keep a secret, or it’s not a secret anymore.
Some secrets are worth killing over.
Especially if someone knows that secret and they’re threatening to blow it wide open.
If you’re good, you can wipe out everyone who knows that secret and it’s safe again.
Except, it was you that let that secret get loose in the first place, right?
There’s one more person that knows that secret you need to get rid of.
And it’s you.
No suicide note. No diaries.
Your secret’s safe.