Never Enough

"You say they are innocent, what about me? For what it's worth, the three generations of my family are just as innocent!" George's muddled eyes well up with tears. Every furrow, every wrinkle on his face, was trembling minutely. How could words ever be enough to express the resentment that had been seared into the bone? How could a few phrases encompass it all? Hearing George's questioning over and over again, Lucille was left speechless. How to distinguish between right and wrong? Was the Jules family wrong? Was George wrong? The despicable ones—those who truly deserved to die—were the executioners, the murderers! Lucille closed her eyes briefly and said softly, "George, the Jules family owes you an apology. But precisely because we are victims, we understand this feeling more profoundly. I completely understand your desire to seek revenge, but seeking it in this way, against the whole world, is too extreme." "Those who died under this chaotic rubble have no connection with the murder