I shake the sweat from my face and try to dislodge the pictures coursing through my mind. I woke up this morning with them clicking one after the other. Hours later, I'm giving my penance full reign. With each strike of my fist, the next picture generates like an old slideshow.

My mother peering at me in chastisement. Moon's father shaking his head when I told him I would make my own way. Another strike of my fist and another grunt from my victim. Moon's mother smiling at me in ...