I remembered the day when love departed from my wife's eyes. Glistening in tears, scowling into the man she swore her life too. The man she now saw betwixt the bars of a holding cell. Abridged to a caged animal, shackled to a bench, sitting on the cold winter ground. Husband accused of murdering eight little girls, including our daughter Halo.
Main eyewitness was none other than Darius. He captured me in the very handcuffs I trained him to use, whispering 'wrong side of the moon' into my ear. I'd been on the run for over a week, and I had Halo with me. Missing posters laid atop wanted posters. Sick love stories created through the media to amplify the manhunt. My poor wife. The medication didn't help, remember I told you she had the shakes? Well, it came from post-adoption depression. Se
