I’ve not spoken to Dutch for days. And that’s not because my voice hasn’t returned.
It’s by choice.
Every time I look at him, all I can see is his betrayal.
How could he make a deal with Alanna? Has he forgotten what she’s done? One good thing doesn’t erase all the other horrible s**t she’s done.
And just in case he’s forgotten, she is responsible for Misha’s death.
There’s no coming back from this for any of us.
If Dutch isn’t with me, then he’s against me. I wish it were different, but my freedom means nothing if Alanna doesn’t suffer for what she’s done.
I have decided to go along with this charade of a concert because, what better way to humiliate her than a public execution? I’m still doubtful she will allow me to attend, which is why I need her on my side.
She knows I am hard
