Leon Vedder
I could not move away from her. The entire night, I sat there staring at her frail frame hooked to a ventilator...
The rage coursing through my veins threatened to explode. Very few times in my life have I felt this unmissable rage, so consuming that I couldn't see any other color but red. Every time I see her lying there, I see red.
Every time I think of what could have happened, I see red.
I see red whenever I think about how much I have failed her.
Whenever I see a nurse come in and do something to her, I see red.
Every time I think of what I want to do to the bastard, I can't jeopardize myself engaging in raw revenge because she deserves better. I see all shades of red. Because the place I am in, the situation I have been placed in, and the few things I can do ab
