Hunter straightened the bow tie on his tuxedo and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The man that looked back at him was a mess, haunted and damaged by the sins of others. Holly had looked so peaceful - sad but peaceful. God, she should be the one suffering, not me! A knock on the door pulle...
She numbly entered the code to disarm it, quieting the alarm, but not the alarm clamoring in her head. Why, God? The empty room merely hung onto her question. No answer, no explanation to her misery was given. I did the right thing, she told her ach...