Innocent

Alvin's eyes were devoid of any rage.

Only anguish and disbelief that he was the cause of his child were no longer in this world.

"Be straightforward about all this..." he continued slowly as he spat blood from his mouth and cleaned the edge of his mouth with the back of his palm.

When I looked up, Kevin had a wound on his face as well, although it didn't appear to be very deep.

I poked him. "I'll speak."

Kevin's gaze was fixed on me as if he wanted to make sure I was okay. He let go of me and stood back after a time of observing.

I turned to face Alvin. "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

When Alvin opened his mouth, no sound came out.

"The child. I considered having it." That must have been his primary worry. "But you never gave me a chance."

"Do you remember what happened at your Grandfather's place that day?"

His pupil contracted abruptly as if he had been hit hard.

"That day..."

“Yes.”

That day's sadness was still fresh in my mind. The torture I will always remember in m