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It has been hours since Karina's scent left me but I'm still on the floor, stuck at the same moment when she told me everything. Apparently, the Asturias killed her family, we had a son, and Elizabeth killed our little Errol and then my mother let her go.

That was pure evil perpetuated by the people in my circle. They are my friends and my family, the people I've cared about. It was unacceptable to think that the people who caused this to Karina is the people I dine and I do business with.

Killing innocent people is just plain evil. The killing of my son and my wife's family by my own friends is just wicked. It's immoral. It's horrible. It's making all my insides churn in disgust and abhorrence.

And it happened to my wife while she's all by herself. Alone, scared, and with no one she can rely on. I can't imagine how that must have felt. While I was spending my years hating her, she endured her life living through the traumatic experience and nurturing our child and then having to go