Mmmm... the weight of his guilt was so heavy, I could feel it pressing against my own chest. His brother's death haunted his every breath. Throat tightening I taught him .... the forgiveness curveeee - the gentlest upward turn of lips while looking in the mirror. Ahh! When (np) WHEN! he returned months later, my heart leaped - peace had replaced the torment in his eyes. His smile now carries the light of redemption