What happens when an offender is never caught, when justice doesn’t see the light of day, when suffering never stops? Time doesn’t heal all wounds; it allows mulling through the five stages of grief: some staying trapped in stages. Time is to think about, to fight with, then become one with negative feelings, you never knew you had. Willing to give anything to have what was taken.

At what time, do the guilty suffer when thinking of their victim, and who/what is left behind? There is time for death of another for protection or self-preservation, but when taken in a selfish act… Retribution should be the derived.

This book was born from that place—from the unsettling truth, there is no fairness, no neat ending. Just unanswered questions and the haunting weight of what was lost and who must deal with a mess we create.

Divine Justice?

In the end, we do reap what we sow.

Now, this book may be completely wrong.

But it may be completely right.