She’s happy. Truly happy for the first time in years. Grandson, better health, a quiet life.
Nobody pounds on her door with threats anymore. Nobody demands money. Nobody hits her. Sometimes she looks at me with a certain expression—grateful, understanding. We don’t talk about what happened five years ago, but we both remember.
And we both know that without it, this life wouldn’t exist. This peace wouldn’t exist. One day Nick asked me, “Dad, are you strong?”
I thought about it. I used to think strength meant muscles, fighting, knowing how to break bones. Now I know strength is living with what you’ve done and not letting it turn you into nothing.
“I’m strong, son, because I protect the people I love.” “And I’ll protect you too?” “Always. From whatever I can.”
He hugged me, and I hugged him back. Small, warm, trusting. My son, and I’d do anything for him.
Five years have passed since I killed Wade Crispin. Five years, and I’ve learned how to live with it.
I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t fully forgiven myself. But I’ve learned to live.
To work, to love, to raise my son, to help my mother, to build a future. A plain, quiet future. And only sometimes, late at night when everyone’s asleep, I stand on the balcony, look up at the stars, and remember.
The basement. The blood. His face. The revenge was terrible, and the price was high.
But I paid it and kept living, because life matters more than revenge. Love is stronger than hate. The future matters more than the past. I’m Alex Gromer—machinist, husband, father, son, and killer. All of it is true.
You can’t cut off part of yourself and throw it away. You can only accept it and keep going. I accepted it, and I keep going.
Tomorrow will be another day—work, family, errands. Nick will go to kindergarten, Susan to her shift, me to the shop. In the evening we’ll all be home together, eat dinner, watch television.
Ordinary life. The life I killed for. The life in which my mother is alive and my son is growing up. Maybe I am a killer. But I’m alive, and the people I love are alive too. That means I made my choice—and I can live with it.
