Slumped on the floor, hands dripping with blood and heart breaking in a million pieces, Mason looked like a defeated and fallen warrior. He’s wounded not only with a spear through his heart but with a dagger through his mind. The adrenaline rush of his anger slowly dissipated, leaving him with so many questions that lingers on his head. How? Why? When?
“Aaaaaaaargggh!!!” He cried as he held his head with both hands. Ignoring the shards of glass on the carpeted floor, he lay down sideways with his arms now covering the sides of his face. In a fetal position, he started to sob. He couldn’t understand how everything that he cherished and protected, all that seemed perfectly right in his life could go wrong and vanish in just an instant.
Not even once in his life did he doubt W
