I’m glad he’s dead

I chew on my lip, my voice low when I finally speak. “I’m glad he’s dead.”

Monica shoots me a surprised glance. “Well…”

“What?” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “You know what he wanted to do to me, Monica. He was sick. He would’ve killed me. God knows how many others he’s hurt before. The world’s better off without him. I just wish I didn’t have to be part of it.”

She exhales slowly, eyes back on the road. “Yeah… when I think about it, you’re right. I kept telling myself him rotting in some max security prison would be justice. But maybe this... maybe this is better.”