Flashback – Eleven Years AgoThunder cracked so loud it shook the windows. I was eight, small enough to hide beneath my bed, clutching my stuffed bear while my world fell apart. “Please, he’s innocent!” Mom screamed. Boots pounded through the hall. The police stormed in, voices sharp with orders I didn’t understand. Daddy stood by his desk, papers scattered, hands trembling.“I didn’t do it,” he kept whispering. “I didn’t do it.”Then came the man in the long black coat, calm, cold, powerful. I could not see his face because his face was covered. He signed something, nodded once, and the officers dragged my father away. My mom ran after the car, screaming and crying but it was all in vain. In a twinkling of an eye, my dad was gone and we lost everything beautiful. By morning the headlines called him a thief. By nightfall, he was gone for good.That was the night I stopped being a child. That was the night I learned what revenge tastes like, and I swear on my Father's grave, they will pay for all the pain they caused.