Thoren
The confirmation came through just after sunrise.
Vanessa’s transfer had been completed overnight. Secure facility. Integrated holding wing. Same visitation protocol as Bethany’s, per my request.
I read the report twice before locking my phone and setting it aside.
Promises matter more when children are involved.
The prison complex sat just beyond the outer districts, concrete and steel softened only slightly by the treeline surrounding it. It was not designed to comfort anyone. It was designed to contain.
Jonas was quiet as we walked through security. Not frightened. Not resistant. Just watchful.
Nevara kept a steady hand on Noah’s shoulder ahead of us. He was calmer than I expected. Vanessa’s transfer had been explained carefully. He understood this was not a punishment. It
