“I’m afraid I helped him to spite your father.” All of it mixed in my mind. “You were not wrong,” he said. The gravediggers walked up the hill with their shovels and ropes in hand. “There is right and wrong,” Eli said. “Lives are at stake and I won’t stand by and do nothing.” He sounded like a man of conviction, but I saw the boy who looked at me with pity, who knew what his father had done to me. For what I had done to his father, there would be no redemption.
