{~~Avery Sterling~~}A few days have passed since we first read that note, and the gravity of what it revealed has been weighing on all of us. Ryan has been busy putting together a team to check out the motel we uncovered, piecing together clues, and preparing for what we might find there. Meanwhile, life has been marching forward, but it feels like we’re all holding our breath, waiting for the next disaster to hit.When I woke up this morning, the only thing on my mind was getting to the hospital. The lawyer and social worker were scheduled to arrive in a few hours, and it was critical to ensure everything was in place for the transition. We’d taken on the responsibility of Ava’s daughter, but with everything happening so fast, I felt woefully unprepared. We have a room for her, but cribs, clothes, diapers, and all the other things we still need? Yeah, we’re nowhere near ready.I cursed under my breath as I threw on clothes, running through a mental checklist. I had planned to take t
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I bit my thumb, trying to make sense of these brutal murders. I’d texted Logan already. Telling him to send his mother over to the house to fix up the spare room as a baby room since I won’t be leaving here any time soon. The victims we’d seen in the photos kept at Rex and Ava’s place were all accounted for.But as mentioned, the king’s daughter was missing. Why keep her? Leverage? He could be halfway across the world right now. What happened, Darren? Why the madness?I get his actions are a combination of the traumas he faced, and then ava... but people are still responsible for the choices they make. Couldn’t these women fight him off? There are thirty women here.The number of women found, the number of children discovered. This is all wrong. This method. Maybe I need to sink back and consider what his motive truly is. Because he’s not doing anything in a particular pattern like a serial killer would.They leave pieces of themselves in each murder. Be it the wa
{~~Logan Grey~~}Today was an exhausting day, and it was only past noon. Fucking hell.The lawyer and social worker were a disappointment, to say the least. They barely spared me more than a glance when they arrived, handed me the paperwork with all the enthusiasm of someone handing out fliers, and told me to sign them and have them delivered to the head office once Avery had signed as well. I was taken aback by their lack of engagement. When I asked when they’d be coming to the house to check things out and make sure everything was in order for the adoption, they casually informed me they wouldn’t. No inspection, no follow-up visit, nothing. It was as if the whole process was just a formality to them, an item to be ticked off a checklist. Because of the case surrounding the girl, they’re not even close to being interested. They were out the door within fifteen minutes, leaving behind an unsettling sense of indifference.I sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on me
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan’s mother did an exceptional job with the spare room. She must have worked tirelessly because when I stepped inside, it was as if the room had been designed for a child to grow up in—a little haven of warmth and safety. The walls were painted a soft, calming lavender with hand-painted butterflies fluttering across one side. The crib was a gleaming white, surrounded by plush toys and blankets neatly folded on top of the changing table. There were shelves already stocked with baby books, diapers stacked like towers, and jars of baby food arranged in perfect rows. She thought of everything.Earlier that day, after my panic attack, Logan had taken me to the hospital. My heart had been racing, my breathing shallow, and my mind scattered in a dozen directions. I could barely think straight. Logan, calm and ever patient, had sat with me as they administered something for the headache that had been pounding at my temples. He told me I should try to sleep it off, that
{~~Avery Sterling~~}“You want to talk to Rex? Why not tell me what your decision is.”“I have no business with you Darren. You’re not the top dog of this operation. Prison rules state the strongest either runs the block, starts a gang, or keeps you safe. Rex was part of a gang, convicted for a horrendous crime, people in prison would have likely wanted him dead so he must have done things to stay alive until you joined him. So now you’re new, you need protection. What were you charged with? Contamination of food? You nearly killed a little girl by poisoning the cotton candy you sold to her. So with your stature and your abilities being refined to a lab, I’m guessing you’re not the heavy lifter. You might be the brain, but you’re not smart enough to carry everything else out. So put Rex on the line, and go sit somewhere.”I heard him grinding his teeth on the other line. No fear was in my tone of voice. Someone is getting an ass-kicking from me today. I’ve made a decision, I’ve made a
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The drive was exhausting, mentally not physically. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, making me tap my steering wheel with uneasiness. I arrived only a few minutes late, hopping out of the car after I parked it next to the king’s.“Okay, I’m here.”“Yes, you are. So you knew what I was up to, and you brought me here as what? Muscle so I can back you up when they take you?” He scoffed then laughed.“I have no such hope. I want you to have your daughter.”There must have been something in the way I said it because he immediately looked at me with suspicion. I walked past him. The edge of the town is where that dusty motel was. The crime scene tapes are still all over them. So we waited until twelve pm when a black van pulled out. Rex was in the driver's seat, and I know Darren was at the back. But with tinted windows, we couldn’t see him. I'm simply making a calculated guess.“Follow my lead, you don’t want the second guy to kill your daughter. Stay close, and
{~~Logan Grey~~}After her phone call with Ryan, Avery told me she needed rest, and of course, I agreed. I could see how much today had taken out of her, both mentally and physically. A bruise was already forming on her jaw, its dark purple hues standing out against her pale skin, a painful reminder of just how close she had come to real danger. She had thrown herself into this plan headfirst, taking risks that I wasn’t sure I could have handled myself. As I stood there watching her, a mix of relief and concern weighed heavily on me. She just needed rest, I thought. Rest, and time to heal from everything that had happened today.But her plans worked. Ryan caught Rex and Darren. Finally. After all the nights spent in dread, after all the carefully laid traps, it was over. We had them. Those two had caused so much pain, not just for us but for so many others as well. And yet, despite that victory, I couldn’t shake the uneasiness that gnawed at me. It clung to my chest, heavy and suffoca
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up to a faint yet sharp feeling of pain that tugged at my awareness, coaxing me out of the thick, hazy blanket of sleep I’d been wrapped in. The kind of pain that was more of a distant reminder than an immediate problem. I blinked, slowly coming to, my vision still blurred from the night. My hand instinctively reached out, and I felt the cool metal of the baby monitor right in front of my face. Logan must have placed it there, probably sometime in the early hours while I was deep in sleep. That small act of consideration—of knowing I would want to hear her, to be close to her even in my sleep—made my heart swell a little. He was thoughtful like that, even in the smallest details. I smiled despite the slight discomfort in my muscles from having slept in a bit of an awkward position, grateful for him.Rolling out of bed, I moved gingerly, feeling the weight of the previous day's events settle into my bones. It had been a whirlwind, bringing Hope home, and fin