#Chapter32
Killing someone is so intimate, so personal, and the words simply tumbled out of my mouth. This man—could I do it? The hurting part of me maybe, the part that shoved all those words from my lips just moments ago. Surely it is easier to imagine myself ending the life of the beast in my nightmares—but a man—the begging will most likely break me. To think I held a gun to my head only a while ago. . .