It could have been

A short something that never went everywhere but ended in nowhere.

“If things had been different…” He trailed off, looking past the Judge. So much had been said, so much talking and debating, time spent searching for answers; for what was fair. It was what hadn’t been said that made the difference now. What he wouldn’t say could change everything for the others, but it would kill him to hear the accusation in his own voice.

Had he known about it before the incident? Had it been sitting in the back of his mind, waiting for the right moment to strike and ruin everything? He’d wrestled with his questions alone for days now. Is a monster born, or is it made? Sighing, he leaned his head back against the back of the chair. It didn’t matter either way, she was already dead. 

Reviews

[Craig2591]

Here you go again with a snippit of a story in which we know nothing of what it's all about. I love these!
The last line was so unexpected and chilling. Great!