Two weeks of bed rest were required for me to recover from the stab wound Valerie had inflicted. That wretched woman had no idea what awaited her.
The day I left her residence, I was nearly unconscious. I barely remembered speaking to Venus for a few minutes before blacking out. I still wasn't sure who had helped me escape from that place. I hadn’t yet spoken to Venus to find out who assisted her. I knew she hadn’t done it alone.
When I arrived at Tucson Hill, Lincoln approached me, demanding to know what had happened. I told him everything. He misguidedly suggested that Valerie wasn't at fault, claiming it was my own doing for not sticking to the agreement made on the day my brother was arrested. But as I told him, if it hadn't been for that wretched woman opening her legs and telling m
