Chapter 65. I'm Tired Of Lying
- Lynda Skarosky
- I waited patiently for the man to turn his attention to me when he raised his head; the night was too dark for me to see his face, but his voice seemed torn as if he was in deep pain.
- "Help me? No one can help me... my punishment will be to carry the weight of my conscience forever," he said in a broken voice.