There are moments in life when everything freezes over. Like the world has stopped completely and leaving only this feeling of absolute horror.
This was that moment.
Horror like nothing before surges up my throat as all this transpires.
Did I have a plan?
No.
Did I know what I was doing?
Absolutely f u c k i n g not.
But I just couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t and I wouldn’t.
For three years, I have fought the grief of losing my mother. I have fought through the hatred and anger. I needed justice. I needed revenge. I needed Damienne Krul dead. For my mother. For my family. For me.
I have planned for this.
I have prepared for this.
For six months I have been fighting to make it to the finish line and finally it was here. Literally, it is a mere breath away from me. They had Dami
