HOPE'S POV
Ian and I trod confidently to Calvin’s mansion.
The plan was untarnished in our heads. I’ll enter the house and surreptitiously slip into one of the many empty rooms and unlock the window for Ian. Both of us have a little pocket knife hidden. He will create clatters while being furtive so I can have the opportunity to strike deftly and achieve an advantage. We will flee after doing our job, leaving Calvin in profound pain.
My mother would not be in the picture, nor will Justice. I hope he will never be involved in such violence, but my father had the same wish for me and look where I am now.
Ian parked his car a few buildings away, and we strolled over with confidence.
I knocked on the door and waited as my mother pushed it open for me with a look of felicity and a radiant
