Flint’s Strike (L.A.S.T. Defense #3)

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I know how this looks. The irony of it all.

I tried to find another way. I spent years trying. This…isn’t me. Not the person I want to be. Or thought I was. But by the time I set the first fire, I was out of options. Had been for a very long time.

The building was supposed to be empty. I checked and double-checked. I don’t know how I missed him—the security guard. I knew his schedule. He should’ve been long gone.

I don’t expect anyone to forgive me. Especially not Jerry’s family. But you have to know I thought I’d accounted for everything. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. I need that to be clear. I wanted the exact opposite.