My hands tremble as I knock on the door. It’s the most afraid I’d been since that fateful night eighteen years ago.
He died in my arms when I missed my target, shooting him instead. It was the day of her birth.
The door opens, and my heart begins to pound. She must see it pulsating through my chest. How can she not?
I introduce myself as the guy who killed the father she never knew and expect her to slap me. Instead, she embraces me. I feel her forgiveness, and my plans for suicide fall away with my sins.
He died in my arms when I missed my target, shooting him instead. It was the day of her birth.
The door opens, and my heart begins to pound. She must see it pulsating through my chest. How can she not?
I introduce myself as the guy who killed the father she never knew and expect her to slap me. Instead, she embraces me. I feel her forgiveness, and my plans for suicide fall away with my sins.
