The Price Of The Truth

to bury clawed their way back to the surface, refusing to be ignored. My younger b

had screamed, pointing a

rsed!" another n

why everyone turned against me. But I remember my mothe

en standing there like a useless fool, you

l damage in the war between him and my mother. That night, when Nathan died, my mother had come home la

her hands on. My father's sjambok cracked through the air as he struck her. In t

you what a real man feels like!" she y

e wails of my baby brother were deafening. Then, in a horrifying moment

lowed. And

u were just standing there!

murderer. I was the cursed one. The community turned against me. "She's a

ver wanted children. I feared I would bring them the s