The Crime

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Six Months Later

12:30 a.m.

Smoke rose from the barrel as blood poured from her lips. The swelling in her left eye blurred her vision as she gazed around the room—the 9mm on the floor next to her, the blood stain on the counter, scattered dishes, torn clothing, and the two bodies covered in blood.

Tears streamed in layers. Every scripture she'd preach and heard echoed in the crevice of her mind—The battle is the Lord's....Trust in the Lord and lean not unto your own understanding....Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord....Thou shalt not kill....

The thought of those scriptures sent a shock of repentance throughout her body. Once her tears ceased, she reached for the Bible off the coffee table and brought it to her chest as if the words would somehow comfort her.

Lord, what have I done....

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