Back in the present, Angelo was still talking to the priest who sat before him with his mouth hanging open in a surprised smile while the former held his cigarette and smiled sadly.
"You let the boy go?" Father Michael asked. "For the sake of your daughter, you let him go?"
"That was the only reason at first," Angelo replied. "I still can't believe I did it. Part of me still wonders what got into me. I was so angry. Everything in me wanted to kill that dumb son-of-a-bitch. I hated him so much. My finger was on the trigger. I wanted to do it so badly. But I kept seeing Cassie's dying smile. I thought of what she would do, but then I looked at that kid compassionately just as she would. I then saw what kind of person that kid was. He was a dumb fucker just like me who screwed up big time. I couldn't do it. I just felt so sorry for this stupid, dumbass kid…Pardon my French."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Angelo," Father Michael said. "I assure you that I have heard much worse. Please, do go on."
"I thought about doing what Cassie said and running away to start over, but I just didn't have it in me," Angelo continued sadly. "I couldn't do it. I just went back to my apartment, and when I got there, Maggie was there…"