She slammed her palm against the bathroom tile. The crack echoed like a gunshot.
She walked back down the stairs, out the building’s service exit, and into the rain. Elias Voss would live tonight. Not because he deserved to, but because Lena no longer trusted herself to decide who deserved to die. The Killing Antidote
The Killing Antidote didn’t save the monster. She slammed her palm against the bathroom tile
“This is what normal people feel,” she whispered. Elias Voss would live tonight
It was unbearable.
And for the first time, Lena wasn’t sure she wanted to fight it.
She sat on a curb, rain soaking through her hoodie, and for the first time in five years, she wept. Not from guilt—though there was plenty of that. But from the terrible, beautiful weight of being human again.