“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. The words dragged from the lips of a man finally dropping his facade, hanging in the stale air: naked and vulnerable. The monologue of bitter hatred fleeted away. Instead in that moment I saw him for what he was: a dying man. All I could do was hold his paper-thin hand in mine.

“Because I forgive you.” The phrase coming from my own lips was fore...