His daughter, now eleven, looked at him and asked, “Why do you go away Daddy?â€?
He asked himself the same thing. He could have been done with this life. But he kept going back. Soon, he enjoyed the killing. It was something he was good at. And there were perks. The drugs were only the half of it. His wife had fallen ill the year before. She was often in the hospital. He was unable to show his love for her. So he was supplied women. He didn’t care for them. He loved his wife very much. But every man has his price.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.â€? This time it was almost begging. He was not afraid of death. He had become aware of his coming demise. The reason he prayed was because he was truly sorrowful of the lives he had taken. And for the lives that were forever gone to him. He was repentant.