I remember my cat, Walter, almost by accident.
It surprised me that, even though my hands trembled sometimes, I still hadn’t succumbed to any kind of depression or hysteria. My injured arm hurt a little, but other than that I didn’t feel very bad. I actually have some experience in that area, and I didn’t understand this state of calm I found myself in after having been so close to not making it out alive. A part of me, however, didn’t doubt that at the least expected moment I would explode and let it all out. And that could be epic or catastrophic.
I think a good part of what kept me sane was thinking about the children. About how they were fine, because I had helped keep them safe. Yes—exactly that. And the adrenaline. God, how I felt when I fired that gun. It was…
I felt willing to d
