The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

die.”

“They were counting on you to disobey,” Kesler continued. “So they could discredit you. Get you out of the way. You were too good, Dana. And too moral. A dangerous combination in their eyes.”

The pieces started to click into place, sharp and painful. The convenient placement of the aid workers. The impossible choice I was given. The swiftness of continue reading …