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The Freedom of Forgiveness

telling them that the house was now a crime scene and we could not go into it. My heart skipped a beat when I heard his words. The place that had been our home was now a crime scene. And my family, what was left of it, was displaced.

My aunt told us that we could all come and spend the night at her home. Her invitation was open to us all, my stepfather, my brother and me. I’m not sure whether the rest of them went, but I didn’t. Even now I’m not sure where they stayed for the next few days, I went into my own world.

As I stood there in the driveway, my fury returned tenfold. Anger and hate were taking over my entire being. “I’m going to go find him and kill him.” I said. My aunt pleaded with me. “No, Allen! That’s not the answer. Killing him won’t bring Glo back. And how do you even know for sure that he did it?” I could not explain it, but I told her repeatedly, “I just know that he did.”