this morning #1551.
this morning, he’d been found dead. discarded in the forest like a bag of trash. i got a call in the afternoon from the same detective who’d been looking into the arson at our former home. he asked that i come identify the body. i broke down in sobs & screamed into the phone. WHAT’S THE POINT? he’d clearly already determined that it was him. the kids, not yet aware of the reason behind my distress, grabbed hold of my legs & held tight as i hung up the phone & continued to cry. they joined in. grandma too. my son rubbed my back like i do for him. it hit me. this here. this was it. he was gone & we were all we had left. in the end, i’d been left to fend myself & our kids. i’d been left as the one to pay for his sins.