Reflections of a Housekeeper, by Angela Burnes, week 40

Bombs are pounding San Bavón, and it's almost more than I can take. The shock and the incredible noise, the smell of things burning on the wind. In the moment, it's too much for the mind to stand against, and the implications afterward are too disturbing to bear…nightmare visions of limbs torn away, people blinded, their flesh melted. What have I done? What have I done? I tell myself that the rebel attack would have happened with or without my involvement, but is that true? A housekeeper brought explosions down on the city.