Your breath falters. Rage and grief crash over you, but doubt creeps in. He hasn’t seen you yet. You could end it now—justice, long overdue. Your fists tighten as you take a step forward. Then you see her. The little girl tugs his sleeve, her eyes full of trust. He kneels, brushing her hair gently, his laughter soft and warm. You freeze.Your hand trembles, the past screaming for vengeance. But as the girl clings to him, one question grips you: "What would killing him make you now?"
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