The eyes in the framed picture were blaming me. I didn’t know, I didn’t know. I looked at the eyes, the beautiful innocent eyes, the simple smile, the ivory skin. I wanted to touch her face, connect to her, tell her I didn’t want to hurt her, tell her I didn’t know. Tell her I was alone.

I want to forget, I want to forgive, but the innocent eyes in the frame are staring at me. How can I forget? How can I forgive?