บท 261: Chapter (Two Hundred) Sixty: Fate

Standing in front of Ernesto's home, Damien felt another round of guilt and shame wash over him. The sky had gone dark as night fell. He had stood rigid on his feet, anxious from what he was about to do. He tried to talk himself out of it so many times— it shouldn't be him doing this. He didn't have the right to stand out there, not after that night and what he let happen. He climbed the porch steps one after the other, the sight of the sturdy mahogany wood door twisting the blade still firmly lodged in his chest. Five days had gone by since Ernesto was killed and the pain still hadn't lessened. Instead, it grew more cumbersome each day as the gaping chasm in his soul widened.