Warrior Blue Sneak Peek
It was a beautiful picture.
Taken in 1990-something, just before Christmas Eve Mass. The young, smiling parents, were still so in love even after years of marriage. The attractive pair of identical twin boys stood in front of them, no older than nine. There was fire in those boys’ eyes, burning with life and promise, and Mom and Dad both beamed with undeniable pride.
This was a family. This was love.
It really was a beautiful picture, a favorite even.
But pictures are nothing but memories. Fragments of time captured to be stuck in a frame or in an album, to spark joy or nostalgia or an indescribable surge of pain.
This picture sparked nothing but broken promises and broken hearts. All thanks to me. And the guilt was getting heavy.