....I don't think you can get used to these dreams. They've been happening for months now, and I thought nothing could be as bad as experiencing my mom's death. And then I found the man who was ordered to kill her, the man who promised to tell me the name of who ordered the hit, and I had to kill him before he gave me the information.
I shot him to save someone else; to protect someone simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. On some level I knew it could happen, I chose to become a cop, and cops live with the reality of that decision every day but it still weighs on me. Living or dreaming, I keep thinking about it.
Not least of all because I've seen that man before. He's currently serving consecutive life sentences for murder and attempted murder.