A Choice of Hate
Without that evidence, the police had nothing solid. Isabella shook her head, whispering, ‘He needed help, but he chose hate instead.
‘ Her words hung in the air, heavy with truth. How different things might have been if he’d sought help.
Yet, here we were, picking up the pieces of his misdirected anger. It was a bittersweet reminder of how choices define people, for better or worse.
We sat quietly with the knowledge.