The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

knives.”

He shut his eyes.

My mother pressed the handkerchief to her mouth.

For years I’d imagined this conversation and in every version he argued. Defended himself. Quoted Scripture. Told me I was rewriting history.

He didn’t.

He just sat there with both hands flat on his knees like a man waiting for judgment.

The only apology that counted

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