Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.
~ Malala Yousafzai ~
There are some f**ked up people in the world, unfortunately the worst kind ended up destroying my life.
My wife had been murdered and I made it my mission to find out why and by whom.
But when the ‘why’ and the ‘whom’ invaded my small town, my house, my life, and turned it upside down, it brought more death and devastation.
When you don’t know your enemy it’s hard to know who to trust.
I had the greatest religion on earth on one side and a mad man on the other.
I was stuck in the middle.
My name is Gabriel. I had a perfect life, a perfect wife, and now I am fighting for justice.
I twisted the solid gold band on my wedding ring finger; three turns, it was a ritual. It had been our ritual. Whenever she had held my hand, it’s what she did. Why three, I had no idea. Three seemed to be her number. She wanted three children, we didn’t get beyond the one that I sat watching sleep.
I smoothed a piece of hair from my daughter’s face, she murmured a little before settling back into what I hoped was a dreamless sleep. Night after night I sat and soothed her, chasing away the nightmares that plagued her. My baby was only five-years-old and had seen the stuff of horror movies. She had been locked in a bathroom while her mother was murdered.