Revelations

‘Conor,’ I began, ‘I know you want justice—’ ‘Not justice. Revenge.’ ‘Okay. I can understand that. But would hurting a widow and a toddler really balance the scales? Bring you that closure? I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”’ I swept an arm over the spacious room. ‘You’ve a good thing going here. A business, a productive life. I’d hate to see you throw away all that for a vendetta. I’ve never met your grandfather, but he sounded like a wise man. Maybe you should heed his advice.’ Conor listened patiently, like he always did years ago, when I rambled on about the lengthy background story before we played house. ‘Despite everything that has happened,’ I said, ‘I still care about you. I mean it. Even if we can’t be friends, I still wish you’d let go of the hate, move on with your life. You’ve got so much to live for. I just wish you could be happy.’ Conor reached out to tuck a strand of stray hair behind my ear. I let him. ‘You’v