195. Carlos
This was… therapeutic.
All the planning, the arrangements, the calculations, they had finally paid off.
Steve had arranged everything, making it possible for me to step foot on the very land I had been born in years ago but denied.
I never wanted to return here. Every memory tied to this place was a wound, festering and deep. But revenge was a calling and I couldn’t ignore the call, not when my sister’s suffering demanded justice. Not when this was the place that took my life, my family, from me.
People said revenge didn’t heal. That it wouldn’t erase the past or dull the pain. Maybe they were right. Maybe my sister’s torment would never truly be undone. But if avenging her would bring even a flicker of peace—if it would make her smile, wherever she was—then I would do it
