No Remorse

Cora.

I killed a man.

I couldn’t get over the feel of the gun in my hand. I was still replaying the way my fingers trembled after I pulled the trigger even on the journey back home. I had driven over to where Enzo was out of fear that he was going to do something wild, but even when I should have stopped him, I ended up finishing the job. And I didn't feel bad about it, not one bit.

Enzo's eyes me