Let Them All Burn
In the photo, William looked kind and gentle, Cedric stood tall and handsome, Sabrina smiled brightly, Matt flashed a peace sign, and I stood at the very edge with a strained smile on my lips.
I turned the frame face down, pulled up my suitcase, closed the door, and left.
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The VIP lounge at the airport was quiet.
The footage of the international tribunal's sentencing played on loop on the television mounted on the wall—Cedric, William, and the others were escorted into prison vehicles in heavy shackles.
The screen showed in high definition how their once-proud heads were now buried low in shame.
My new assistant sat across from me, watching the news and shaking her head. "Ms. Scott, these p