The city lies sleeping. I can see it out my window, lights like diamonds spread randomly on black velvet. I don’t know what woke me, but as always, my first thought was about what happened that night. I swore I would take it to my grave, but it eats away at me. Haunts me, I suppose.It seems Atticus was right. Something like that never leaves you. It might fade sometimes, the way... [click here for more]