He leaned his head against the granite prison wall.
There wasn’t a choice to be made – just do or die. And die was not an option he was willing to embrace.
So, there was only one thing.
He had to do it.
He bowed his head.
The dagger he held glistened in the afternoon’s glow.
He thought about the woman he’d been ordered to kill. If he thought of her as just a woman, it didn’t seem so bad. A nameless, faceless woman who meant nothing to him.
But she meant everything to him.
A water droplet fell from his face into his lap.
It’s just a drop of sweat. That’s what he told himself. Even as more droplets fell from his eyes.
It was do or die.
And he really didn’t want to die.