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Perhaps I was wrong coming here, I don’t know. I had thoughts of you confessing your crimes and showing true shame and sorrow, which would’ve helped me to reach some sort of forgiveness.”
I spoke to her with more respect and honesty for I guess she deserved that from me. “I don’t know what to say to you, Laura. I can’t give you what I do not have, do not feel. I am a broken man, a robot with no emotions. I realize that I have to accept what was done to feel regret. But it’s as though I was another person committing those deeds, an individual separate from Lance Richards. And if my mind considers him as a separate person, how am I able to take responsibility for what he did?”
“So, you are still insane. Is that what you’re saying?” She made a valid point. I knew I wasn’t the level of insane that would lead me to my prior sociopathic behaviors, but was I still reaching some level of a nonsensical existence? “Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am.” I stood up, turned and left without saying another word to her. I peered over my shoulder as the guard escorted me through the exit doors. She was again bowing her head.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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