Dead End

It's been a week, and I still haven't picked up Marko's trail.

Sitting here now, alone, I can be completely honest. With myself and anyone who might read this. I've never felt like such a failure in my life.

To let a man enter your home, and then watch helplessly as he murders your family in cold blood, is more than any person should have to bear.

Now I can't even find the son-of-a-bitch to give him what he has coming. He kills my children in front of my eyes, and he gets to just walk away? No punishment, no justice? How is that fair?

I'd kill myself, but I'm sure I'd just screw that up too. I just wish I knew what to do. I just wish God, or someone, would give me some kind of sign.