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“Then who am I?”
At this point, I was no longer asking out of curiosity. I was asking because I was beginning to fear the answer.
He didn’t speak immediately after my last question. The silence stretched across the room carefully.
I walked away from where I stood near the bookshelf to my original position when I came into the office first. A seat just across him, facing him.
As I watched him, I imagined the evil he was capable of. Perhaps, calm on the outside and dangerous underneath.
The ones who never raised their voices and smiled even while their bodies remained hidden in their secret room. Men like him were the most dangerous. My fingers tightened slowly against my lap.
Then suddenly, a bullet tore through my face.
The sound came a second later, loud, violent and close e
