The price of betrayal
Every action has an equal and opposite consequence
The Price of Betrayal God, it’s cold tonight, he thought, his breath hanging in the air in front of his face as he exhaled. He remembered a time when, as a child, he would puff out on cold days like these, trying to make smoke rings, like his Grandfather used to amuse him with. Of course, Grandfather had been smoking a cigar at the time. He stood in the darkened doorway of a small electrical store which was deep enough...