Gustave Mackenzie's POV
I hadn't thought about my past in a long time. Perhaps because the present demands I be ruthless. But this morning, while the world slept, the memories clawed at the door again.
Almost three months. That's how long our hell lasted. Cassy and I, isolated in the darkness, more alone than the rats that surrounded us.
I will always be grateful to my Uncle Gabriel. He led the rescue operation. But although they did everything they could, they arrived too late.
A tear slides down my face as I watch the sunrise through the window. Outside, the world turns. It lives. It goes on. Without Cassy. Without the child who was never born.
That is another wound that bleeds even as the years pass. When they found us, they took us to a hospital. When they examined Cassy, the
