How dare he write me a letter and cajole me into reading his thoughts on forgiveness.  If he deserved any recognition, I would dedicate my next kills to his memory.  Has he made me into what I have become?  No, I chose to provide peace to other women of my own accord.  He receives zero credit for this.

    I believe I am led where I am needed most.  My work at the women’s shelter is my base, but even my vacations do not allow breaks from the mission.  My work gravitates to me no matter the setting.  

    A vacation to Galveston steers me towards others similar to myself in mission.  A salon owner named Victoria crafts gold cards to be given to men who are then marked for special treatment.  When they arrive at the salon to redeem the card for gold service, Victoria knows exactly what treatment they deserve.

    Another connection I make in Galveston is a priest, Father Jorge.  I help him with a parishioner who confesses sins that neither of us can let go unpunished.  In turn, he helps me solve a mystery as to why a house converted from an old church is still haunted by a little girl.  I listen and am her hands in rectifying a past wrong.

    Angel and I also hire a new woman at the shelter.  She singlehandedly took down a crooked strip club from the inside.  Her name is Lucky, and I believe in the meaning of names.  After all, my name is Gabriela, messenger of God.

    Many have I befriended along the way.  Those sharing secrets stay connected.  There is a level of both trust and wariness of one another, because we know all too well each other’s— and our own— capabilities.