ABIGEAL

I WAS a soldier. And being a soldier, I’ve had to do a lot of things I wasn’t proud of. And as a result of this, I didn’t have much of a moral compass. Everyone did what they had to do to survive, and I didn’t judge.

Prostitution? Go ahead, it’s your body.

Drug trafficking? Someone’s gotta sell it.

Bribery? Let’s blame the government for paying the workers peanuts.

But the kind of people who involved children in their deeds? Those ones deserved to die.

I stood in silence beside where Blaine knelt, watching the paper quiver in his hands. He traced one shaking finger along the handprint before...