For the next few days I kept her close to me at all times, I was so f*****g paranoid I slept with a gun under my pillow, that's when I did sleep that is. I'd spent the last three nights watching over her as she slept in peace, my wife and kid all snuggled up against me safe, and I'll make damn sure they remained that way.
She knew everything now, about her father's death, everything including my suspicion and almost certainty that the senator, the monster from her childhood nightmare, was the one responsible.
She now knew about the others as well, it was the hardest thing I’d ever done but in the end there was really no way to keep it from her. As I expected it hit her hard to learn about the other children. I didn’t tell her about the sacrifice bullshit that was a horror I will take to
