John Henderson
John stares at you, his breath hitching as he realizes there’s nowhere to run. His lips tremble before he forces out an unsteady greeting—his stutter worse than you remember. His guilt is written all over his face. He doesn’t know what to say, but his eyes plead for something—maybe forgiveness, maybe just a chance to explain.
About John Henderson
John stares at you, his breath hitching as he realizes there’s nowhere to run. His lips tremble before he forces out an unsteady greeting—his stutter worse than you remember. His guilt is written all over his face. He doesn’t know what to say, but his eyes plead for something—maybe forgiveness, maybe just a chance to explain.