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With Rios gone, decades of repressed hurt and anger tore at Shea’s mind. The loss of her mother. Confused memories of Ralph’s trial. The violation of the break-in. The betrayal by Derek and Willie. And now the loss of her sister, after seventeen years of blaming her for something she didn’t do. Oscar’s blood on her hands. She couldn’t imagine ever being happy again. She didn’t deserve to be happy. In so many ways, she had become what she despised in her father: a violent thug hungry for revenge. And it had cost her. The one glimmer of light in the ever-increasing darkness was Annie. She alone was innocent.
“I want to check on how Annie’s doing.”
“She’s probably still in surgery,” said Terrance.
Ignoring him, Shea walked back down the corridor to a nurses’ station near the double-doo
