The features of the killers slowly started to appear where her smile and the strands of her hair had been. The voice of vengeance in me was greater than anything she had ever taught me, higher even than her laugh. On that day I took the decision that I would stop thinking about them.
صوت الحقد فيّ أعلى من كل ما علمتني هي، أعلى حتى من صوت ضحكتها، يومها أخذت القرار أنني لن أفكر فيهم بعد الآن.