Damien sat in an office now. It had beens months since he had been shot. He wished that Jade had shot higher, had killed him like he wanted.

But she didn't. She couldn't have. And so Damien went through the long process of being hospitalized, then jailed, then tried under Goldstar. A long horrid process of reliving trauma after trauma.

Now he had a therapist. He wasn't sure what got him here. Jill's promise. Pity. Naivety. But it put him in some office, locked to a chair so he didn't hurt anyone or himself.