I knew it was unfair towards Savannah. To not let her have a say about me going to prison on her behalf but she didn’t fight which I was glad for and damnit it was going to hurt when I couldn’t see her again. But I knew Don an d he was not going to stop until he got what he wanted and I knew that because he’d spent the majority of my life trying to track me down and when he did, I disappeared. I sat quietly in my office, eating the plate of food before me. When I was done, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and went back onto the footage of where Don’s truck was headed on my laptop. I’d emailed my lawyer, told him to pull in a favour that my will be written up.
I’d leave everything to Savannah, in case of my death, in the battlefield or in the case I went to prison. There were a lot of m
