Spite was the fuel to right all your wrongs. And like any fuel, it could consume you.

“Who the hell is Old Roddy?” I said angrily. I was sick of feeling like I wasn’t…”

“Who is good and who is bad? Life isn’t black and white, Javier. You and I, we’r…”

“Revenge never felt so good.”

“He grabbed my hair hard with both hands, tugging sharply, and looked me dead in…”