Prologue

 

March, 2018

 

A woman in her mid-thirties sat in a rocking chair, slowly rocking her baby boy to sleep.   His cries slowly died away, converting into quiet hiccups, while hers became louder.   She sobbed, her salty tears falling onto the baby’s soft face, the face that pained her to even look at. 

 

He looked like his father, the man who had been taken from her.   Her son would never even get to know his father and all because of them, the people who had been responsible for his death.   They had done this to him.   They had caused him to suffer through such a horrible death.  

 

Some might argue that they had already paid.   But she did not agree.   She wanted them to suffer, just like they had made her and her lover suffer.   She wanted them to die.   And she always got what she wanted.

 

“Shhh, baby,” she whispered soothingly to her son.   “It’ll be okay.  They’re going to pay for this, for taking your Daddy away from you.  Mommy will make sure of that.”

 

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