Dexter - Season 1- Episode 7 -

I’m sorry, Dad. You taught me to hide. But he’s teaching me to remember. And I’m afraid that remembering might be the one thing that finally makes me human—or finally makes me a killer you wouldn’t recognize.

He stood up, walked to his knife roll, and selected a scalpel. His hands were steady. His face was blank. But behind his eyes, the dark passenger was no longer alone. A new voice had joined the chorus—the voice of a boy in a shipping container, whispering, Let’s play. Dexter - Season 1- Episode 7

Dexter’s blood turned to ice water. He remembered the shipping container. The blood pooling on the concrete. The two boys huddled in the corner. His mother, Laura Moser, being cut to pieces. He had always been told he was found alone. But Harry had lied. There was another boy. His brother. I’m sorry, Dad

LaGuerta, in her usual power-suit glory, interrupted. “Morgan, Angel. I want you two on the halfway house. Find that letter. Find that kid.” And I’m afraid that remembering might be the

Tomorrow, he would track down Brian Moser. Tomorrow, he would look his brother in the eye and decide whether blood or the code mattered more. But tonight, Dexter Morgan did something he had never done before. He prayed. Not to God. But to Harry.

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “Found the dollhouse, little brother. Next time, look in the freezer.”