Three Minutes Late

All his life, he did just one thing: carried the burden for her.

He carried something no one knew about for twenty-six years, and never planned to let her find out.

A murder case was solved within 48 hours. The person who turned themselves in spoke with heartfelt sincerity, but this flawless confession was only meant to stop everyone from asking questions.

At the end of an old street in the south of the city stood a repair shop that never opened. The clock on its wall was always three minutes slow. The owner said that being three minutes slow gave someone time to turn back.

Then, one rainy night, the clock stopped at 2:47.

"Will the sky grow light?"

"It will. I've seen the sunrise for you."