His Regret, My Freedom

a day promising peace, as I revi

ed with his name: Eth

ice cold and distant, "W

er" legitimate statu

my voice flat, "Okay.

, after arranging for his lawyer to

nd, exploded, "That son of a bitch! A

couldn't feel, my own

an' legitimate status," I recite

s and sue him for every pen

tired smile touching my li

kind of si

looking at my perfect blueprin