RevengeBreath caught sharply in my throat, like a knife brought down hard. I stood before the age-old Victorian Tudor, my eyes absorbing the frayed edges of the rooftop, the elegant arcs. I knew every bland spot missing that speck of paint; every missing window. This was not this first time I have stood in this exact place, dreading the fatal hour that would surely come. Trembling swept up from my toes as I surveyed the house once again, just to pass time. Today would be my last visit to this gruesome reminder of what my life was. Alone, I stood to kill the one monster that haunted my years and constrictedRevenge
