TWENTY-FOUR
Steel closed his eyes and fell into a deep, unsettling sleep. He could almost hear the screams and the gunfire that haunted his memories. Men had come to his home – the reason why he still didn’t know, even after all these years. They had come and killed as many as they could at the garden party. That warm summer day, his homecoming. So many family and friends went in a blink of an eye. Until he came and hunted them down on the grounds and in the house – until he reached the attic. There, he thought he might find his beloved wife hiding. Her cold limp body rested in his arms, her eyes closed as though asleep. Steel’s body tensed as the next memory bit hard. As he stroked her hair, her eyes opened; she was alive! The sounds of the hand cannon rang through the attic. At first, t
