Anger. Rage. Peace.

Contradicting.

XAZIX

I waited patiently while the young woman recounted her story. At first, she spoke with such conviction that if she was an actress, she'd be awarded an Oscar. If she was a storyteller, she would be a bestseller. But as she went deeper into the story, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was telling the truth. Her story was too detailed and intricate to be a fabricated lie.

As I listened, anger boiled inside me. I was ...