Kaelen POV
Most times, that is all I can think of.
It is all I can f*****g see.
It is all I breathe and feel. It is all I live for.
I most times feel like I am cursed or doomed to wallow in misery and the horror of my past actions for the rest of my life.
I have done bad stuff. Worse stuff than you have ever heard.
Nightmarish things that will keep you up all night. Very scary stuff.
Ever since I was young, I have only known violence and bloodshed.
My father taught me that mercy was weakness. That kindness was a disease. That the only way to survive was to be harder, colder, deadlier than anyone else.
I believed him.
For years, I believed him.
But now, sitting in the pharmacy parking lot, staring at the prescription for my wife, I wonder if he was wrong.
Marco sits in the drive
