I thought burying my uniform would bury the ghosts, until a single radio transmission on a foggy West Virginia bridge forced me to become the monster I swore I’d never be again…
Part 1: I thought I had finally erased her. I really believed that if I saved enough lives, the universe would forgive me for the ones I had taken. It was just past 9:00 PM on a bitter October night in Fayette County, West Virginia. The fog was rolling off the New River, thick and…
