I looked on through the windshield, knowing she was crying; knowing that I was too weak to look at her myself. My decision had ripped her world to shreds, and this was not the first time. She was heartbroken. The only thing I could do was swallow the lump in my throat and hold back my own tears. This was tiny, seven-year-old me, hurting someone in ways I could never comprehend. My thoughts became soaked with guilt, and I felt...