Chapter 67

Chance

Ten years ago

I can still see the blood. Still see their bodies lying around. Still see the look in my wife's eyes as she tells me what happened to eleven of my students. Still recall the faces of every parent as they pass me at the funerals. I can still see it all, and I deserve every single ounce of it.

I sit cross legged on the cold cement floor, trash and debris flow around me as a small gust of wind circles them around a few seconds and reluctantly lets go. Movement behind me causes me to stand up and walk towards the very person that could have saved them all.

"Mr. Malone?"

"Tell me what you know Sean."

"What's going on?" He asks looking around then turns into a panic. "Why did you bring me here?"

I look around with him and take in the condemned place that destroyed everything. The students desks and chairs still lie scattered and pushed over. There is trash and paperwork from my class all over the place, and the small broken air conditioner portable still sits in