Kyran scarcely knew how he walked out of Crown Bay Correctional Facility.
The moment he stepped outside, the sky, cruel and sharp, had cleared to a bright, flawless blue. The sun struck hard against his eyes, and he had to look away from its glare.
He could still see Warren’s face, stained and pale. He could still hear his voice, rough and low, telling how Elestria had fought, calling his name, over and over. She had begged him to stop. To spare her. To spare the life growing within her. Kyran could not bear to picture what she had endured. How alone she must have felt.
The very thought closed around his chest like a heavy iron band. It hurt so deeply that every breath felt like a knife. A sound broke from him, rough and raw.
He bent forward, hands resting upon his knees, fighting to
