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June 8th, 1995

Blue River Prison

Visitor: Mrs Langford

“Are you sure you can do this?” Detective Hernandez asks, but he knows I don’t have a choice The only way ive them a confession is if they allowed hie forever It already has

“I need to do this,” I assure hiirl… I take a deep breath, forcing down the stone lodged in my throat

Lights flicker, distep toward the man I promised to love for better or for worse How much worse?

The wind howls, battering against the concrete walls of the prison holdinghere too? No

“Storroans

Both inside and outside ofra me in its destruction The man who promised

My chest restricts as an icy hand snakes up my spine A wave of tiny bumps rise over my flesh I suck in a breath to try to calhout my body The atmosphere thickens with each thud of my heart, as if the evil in this place haunts the very air I’

“Might need to cut the visit short at any point, so be prepared,” the uniforaze to mine I wouldn’t want to look at me either

A soft thu withina pal, wishing I’d been able to prevent this fro—wish I would have seen the illness in his blood before I let hie hts

“It will be okay,” I promise my unborn child andI can tohere The sickness is inside him I won’t let him infect us anymore I’ll run I’ll flee as far as I need to untether the threads binding us to him

Thoughts of the girls linger inme

Could I have done anything to stop it fro?

Yes No

Red blotches litterbeneath the skin causesat the surface until it al clean is ever-present Knohat thatto me, soiled in betrayal, death, evil…