My head was throbbing as I finally dragged myself to my room. Of everything, this was most definitely not what I saw coming. So many conflicted emotions invaded my brain that the crazy throbbing at my temples just intensified. There was a story behind this entire story. There was my life and my story. And then there was Leonardo and his story. And somehow, both our stories meet at the same point but with two different perspectives. He did what he had to do to protect his family. And I am doing whatever I have to to bring justice to my family. Neither of us were wrong. Then who was to be blamed?
Could I even hold Leonardo guilty anymore after knowing why he did what he did? After knowing that he was just as helpless and enshrouded in darkness as I was? He didn't do it on purpose. He was f
