I stand up, don’t ask why because I don’t know the answer to that. I am I am….I don’t even know what I am feeling right now.
He killed a person; he literally killed a person from custody of a police.
What if he was seen, how will I save him?
No. Why would I? I won’t. I will tell the police the truth and arrest him myself and put him to jail.
But what if I destroy the evidence maybe and technically, he did what should be done right.
The man was a murdered he might have gotten hanged anyway, so
NO NO NO, what am I doing. I am justifying a murder. I can’t do that. I can’t.
I walk back to Hiram and sit beside him,
“Listen Hiram, you know that you did the wrong thing, right?”
“What is wrong in that?”, he replies and I could feel my heart fall to the ground.
“You murdered somebody Hir
