ONE TARGET. TWO SHOTS. THREE VICTIMS.
I witnessed the moment unfold with unnatural clarity. The car. The boy.
Then reality accelerated, collapsing into a nightmare aftermath—sneakers askew on asphalt, a mother’s voice shattering the air—a moment that would stretch into eternity.
Some wounds never heal. Loss is forever. The world continues turning while you remain frozen in that single instant of unimaginable grief. Vengeance became my compass.
I swore to hunt down whoever was responsible. But my pursuit led me not to a monster—but someone equally broken.
Yet the first domino had been pushed by someone’s hand. I would trace this tragedy to its source.
And when I found them, they would answer for the devastation they’d unleashed upon two families who should have never been casualties in someone else’s war.
