Boy Wonder Page #7

drunk all the time?

Remember those days, Dad?

'Cause I do.

I remember this one time...

with the belt.

And you were going

in on me real good!

But Mom got in the way,

and you didn't like that, did you, Dad?

So it was Mom's turn.

But she was

a lot bigger than me.

So you could really put your

shoulder into it. Right, Dad!

I...

I remember...

standing there...

Watched you beat her!

And I...

And I just stood there,

and I did nothing!

Because I was afraid that you

would start hitting me again!

I was a coward then.

But I'm not

a coward anymore.

- Whoa! Whoa! Put the gun down!

- For f***ing money?

- Get that gun outta my face.

- Piece of sh*t! For f***ing money?

- What are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about!

Don't treat me like a kid.

I'm not stupid.

You understand?

I'm not f***ing stupid.

I'm talking

about Larry Childs.

What?

Yeah, your old pal Larry.

How much money

did you get for her?

How much was she worth?

You motherf***er. You don't know

what the f*** you're talking about.

- Now put the f***ing gun...

- I do know what I'm talking about!

Yes, I do.

You collected money

on her life insurance.

What?

That's how we got out

of that sh*t neighborhood!

Yeah. Sean, you better get that

f***ing gun out of my face.

- And I mean now.

- Stay the f*** back.

- Get that f***ing gun out of my face.

- Stay the f*** back!

Goddamn it!

You think I killed my wife?

Your mother?

Is that what you think?

I know you did.

I know you did!

You don't know sh*t.

Larry Childs. Okay.

So, yeah,

I knew Larry Childs.

You must have seen him.

But you didn't recognize him

from that night, Sean.

I heard him call you Rock.

Your nickname Rock!

Sean! You're wrong. Okay?

You made a mistake then,

and you're making one now.

Now, what is more likely,

that I had your mother killed,

my wife,

for that life insurance money,

or that I didn't get you the help

you needed when you needed it?

What kind of man

do you think I am?

Okay.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Don't be.

Don't be sorry.

It'll be okay.

I'm sorry

I can't believe you.

He killed her.

Hired that animal to kill her.

Where's your father, Sean?

Somebody broke in.

I found him in the basement.

He's dead.

You said you wanted

to help me, Teresa.

My name is Sean Donovan.

When I was nine years,

a woman was murdered in front of my eyes.

Her name was Mary Donovan.

She was my mother.

My life changed that night.

It changed

how I see the world.

I tell you this because I think that

night changed your life as well.

I know the suffering

you must go through every day,

hearing the cries of

your victims in your head,

seeing my mother's face

in your dreams,

praying that one day

the pain will stop.

That is why I write you today.

To help you ease your pain.

To let you know that I forgive you

for what you did.

I ask only this,

that you help ease my pain.

Let me know if my father

was a part of this murder.

Let me clear my conscience...

and let my mother

rest in peace.

All I want is the truth.

The truth, and I will stay quiet

for the rest of my life.

I've provided you with

a safe way to answer me.

I've included a return envelope

and two stamps.

Place the black stamp on the

envelope if my father is guilty,

the red stamp if he's not.

Childs.

I implore you to help me

in this matter,

as it would be hard for me to

continue forgiving you if you do not.

I wish you well, Mr. Childs.

Sincerely,

Sean Donovan.

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