PART FOUR
#Atonement
His name was David.
He was thirty-four years old and he was serving life in prison.
Several life sentences, actually.
It had taken a heart to heart with none other than the recently removed thorn in my side Tiffany to bring clarity to my current >>
<< peaceful slumber for a long while before heading down the hall to get ready for bed… Until he checked the recordings on the cameras.
“Enough,” I croaked, my voice strained with the pain of everything he’d said… and the things I hadn’t allowed him to say. I knew enough. >>