“Not pity, but a fraction of understanding. Once again, I am begging you to let Isaiah have the life and freedom our father denied us. I am damned and far past the point of gaining any forgiveness. I deserve that, I do, but he doesn’t. Take my life again and let that be payment for his. I am not asking for a way out for me. It’s too late, and I have accepted what happens afterward, but I’d beg for him. He deserves a chance.”
