The death of my wife was such a blow to our family. I could not accept it. I was so regretful that I was not beside her when that accident happened. Instead of being with her and keeping her safe, where am I? I’m there in the parking lot... fucking a student in our school.

I am guilty, yes. I am so fucking guilty. I couldn’t accept that my wife died. I loved her. That was what I am sure of.

During the wake of my wife, Jessie was present. She was there beside Kennedy. And even if I may have hated her for coming over, I knew deep inside...