Affairs of the heart

As I was kneeling on a pool of my blood wondering who the fuck I had become, I remembered her words. Words I dismissed as fast as I always dismissed politicians' promises and faster than I ignored my mum's threats. “You underestimate me at your peril.” Grace said, “The Rubicon has already been crossed. You are wrong when you say I do not know you, Martin. I know you are no swimmer, and you have no idea about the river you have just decided to swim in. It is dark and full of terrors. You may have a small army, but I am the state, I am the house, I am the establishment and you are ill-equipped physically, emotionally, and intellectually for the fight you have chosen to be in. If anything happens to my daughter, I will come for you, I will find you and I will kill you” She left before I could say anything. Usually, I am the type of man who has an air of danger about me, an aura that commands respect and instills fear in those who dare to cross me. Yet there she was, threaten...