The fact that it doesn’t is pushing into pressure points I didn’t know existed. I expected this day would test me. My intuition, my cunning, my improvisation, my persistence. How well I could withstand the emotional wounds every wall of this house inflicts. How deeply I wanted revenge. In my every plan, I never expected this. I never expected the day would force me to confront my capacity for mercy. How like a stain on my conscience it feels.
