Abigail could hardly get any work done since she returned from lunch. It was few minutes to the close of work but she had not done much work and she wasn't feeling inclined to. Tears ran down her face as she stared at the screen.
What punishment would be enough for a man like Ryan? What could they do to him that would ease the ache in her chest?
Wasn't this a case of judging someone else when you were worse than them?
She had been thinking about it and making calculations, and she could tell her mother had only been a teenager then.
What she did had been wrong and there was no excuse for it, but she had made a drunken mistake. One that cost a life, and her parents like many parents would do, had tried to save her from the consequence of it. But that was just the crime they committed.
Yet Ryan who had judged them for that had gone ahead to murder them in cold blood. He had killed his parents and all the household staff in the fire.
