“It’s not too late for me to go back and shoot him in the face,” Lorenzo says as he drives. That was the first plan that was floated, but murdering my father never felt like enough. I don’t want him dead. I wanted him exposed. I shake my head. “Thank you, Lorenzo, but this is better. Everyone in Coldlake hates him now. This is his worst nightmare.” Let him live his nightmare, as he made me live mine.
