Jenny's face paled, and she flinched, noticing the man's shaking body; she could literally see the life leaving, and it was only a matter of time until he stilled. However, blood was still leaving from his wound.
"Wh-What have I done?" And with that, she advanced towards him, taking cautious steps. Her breathing hitched when the dead man spurted some blood outta his mouth.
She had just killed a man, and to top it all, it wasn't just anybody—one of the top clients of this brothel. Just one look at him, and anybody could perceive what might have happened. There wasn't any way she could shake this thing off.
'Why are you doing this to me, God?' She mused, her eyes burned with tears, but she was desperate not to let them sway her resolve—she would endure hell and more for her James.
