Each of us knows our inner voice called conscience. Conscience accuses us from within and weighs on us, then grants a feeling of joy and satisfaction for what we’ve done. It is our inner controller and judge—incorruptible and impartial.
Many years later, the hero of our novel still couldn’t forgive himself for the fact that he had been a silent witness to the murder of his own father. And then he went even further—along the path of betrayal, deception, and a grave mortal sin…