Someone's death shouldn't be something I should be glad about. It wasn't my intention to kill him. And if I were to express how sorry I am that he died, I would let my life be taken instead of his.
Regrets aside, a part of me felt relieved at the thought that even though I did not intentionally want to take a life, it saved someone's life, Sara Donovan's life in particular.
Hearing her abused story, and seeing the anguish written all over her miserable countenance as she spilled everything to me gave me an overwhelming relief that at last the burden she carried over her fragile shoulders for a long time, was finally gone and she can finally live her life at peace.
