Cole
Reading the email from the lab, I wasn't surprised to learn that Erin was mine. I already knew. The confirmation was just a formality. I glanced at Ivory, her unconscious form a stark reminder of the pain she had endured. For three years, while I was incapacitated, she had suffered alone. The weight of those years pressed down on me, each moment a testament to the nightmare we had lived through.
Had I not requested to carry out her judgment, they would have killed her. But a part of me still believed in her innocence even though the evidence was damning. I just needed time to prove it. That was why I sent her to prison, hoping she would be safe there. If the first surgery hadn't put me in a vegetated state for so long, she wouldn't have had Erin in prison. The thought tore at me, ma
