I'm not particularly sure if I should feel pity toward the wife who would surely be included in what was to happen.
She might not even be innocent if I were to be honest in judgment.
I learned a long time ago that we shouldn't be deceived by looks alone. Anyone could look like an angel on the outside. However, all dark secrets can be kept in the closet.
Seven had closed his eyes, leaning against the car seat. I was fighting not to squirm in my seat. I wasn't used to doing nothing.
"Start again, Amiel," Seven murmured, finally breaking the silence after several minutes had passed. "After this is all over. Start again."
I pursed my lips.
"How do I even do that?"
Seven reopened his eyes.
"Consider yourself having a clean slate. What you did is a response to what has been done. Do you feel guilty about the people you killed?"
