April
Sweat glides down my neck as I continuously strike the punching bag. However, nothing so far has worked to assuage my guilt. I know that it was a cowardly move to run out of the apartment earlier; I just couldn’t deal with all of the information they found. Eight kids are dead! Eight! How is that possible? And most of all,…why?
Why would someone want to hurt those children? I don’t understand. They were innocent children who suffered so much. Why is someone silencing them?
My throat clogs with emotion. For so long, I’ve felt helpless and alone because of what happened and the things Hansen put me through. When Micah appeared like an avenging angel and saved all of us, I thought that the kids would be free. I thought life would be easier for them because they avoided seeing all of
