Even if he dropped dead at this very moment, it wouldn't erase the anguish I once faced.
Caleb quit his job entirely after that.
He holed up in what used to be my bedroom, endlessly murmuring apologies and seeking forgiveness.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong." He would repeat words my heart once yearned to hear.
But when I finally heard them ad nauseam. They already lost their impact.
Three months later, a verdict came through the mail.
The police had tracked down the man who assaulted me back then. He confessed readily and received a 20-year sentence.
Stella, who orchestrated the whole ordeal, was condemned to life behind bars.
Still, Caleb found no peace.
He secretly acquired a dagger, kept it hidden from everyone, and barged into the facility where Stella was held.
Wordlessly, he drov
