I let my tears fall as my nose runs and my headache worsens. I cry for Euyn and my father—the men who chose me, who loved me, and who paid the price for it. They’re gone. And yet I remain. Deep sobs rack my chest, and I reach deeper. I cry for what happened here when I was a boy. The family I knew and lost, and the family I didn’t. I cry for the victims until I’m wailing on the forest floor.
