I am Gamble Holloway, and I’m hella confused by my new life.
One could say that I’ve been a lot of things in my thirty-six years of living, from Marine to CIA operative, but now, I’m just a man trying to heal from so much trauma.
What kind of trauma?
Well, the kind that cuts so deep that you barely recover from it.
One day, while I was away helping The Hunters, when I came home, my whole world was torn apart.
My wife, Storm St. Clair, decided that she hated me so much that she’d kill our daughter, and then take her own life to make me pay.
I found them.
I was the one who walked into that horror movie, and found out that it was one hundred percent real.
It.
Changed.
Everything.
It was like dropping a nuclear bomb on my life. It sucked all existence out, leveling everything in its path.
That’s the only way I can explain the atrocity that she committed against me, and what it felt like at the time.
How does one recover?
How does one come back from that?
I was the one who pulled my child’s lifeless body from that tub, pushing past the tubby toys she loved so much to lift her into my arms.
When I did, I stared into her cold dead eyes that had glassed over.
And she was gone.
With her, a piece of me was gone too.
At that moment, I thought my past came back to haunt me. I believed that someone I’d gone after for the US government had found me, and had killed what mattered most to me in the world.
I wish that would have been the case. Maybe coming back from that would have been easier.
But it wasn’t that at all.
My tumble into madness only got worse when I found my dead wife.
She was sitting in our room with a gun in her hand. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t a bad guy hunting for revenge. It was her, trying to do as much damage to me as possible.
From what the police tell me, she ended my child’s life, and then either felt remorse, or her plan was to leave life with our child.
So, she ate a bullet from one of my guns.
As if it couldn’t get worse, it did. She chose one of my weapons to kill them both in some final act of sickness.
It devastated me.
That is frozen in my mind. Her body was on our bed, her brains were on the wall, and I was left with that vision in my head for so many months as I fought to let myself die.
I lived it.
