I took a deep breath and knocked on my father’s door.
I thought I’d be scared.
I thought I might change my mind.
But now that I was here, I wasn’t second guessing a thing. Because I’d been debating one question over the past 16 years - Had my father ever really loved me? I knew the answer now.
No.
He’d told my mom to abort me.
Never.
He only got close to me to steal my kidney.
Nunca.
He’d killed my fucking husband.
I pulled my gun out of my waistband and held it up in front of me. It was time for Richard Pruitt to take his last breath.
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