Current day...

I stare at the men around the table. Since opening the box, my head has realigned and I'm thinking halfway clearly. Fire burns from my toes to the tips of my fingers. I flex those fingers now. This rage is worse than hunting for the men who killed my mother and father. It doesn't matter that the finger inside the box didn't belong to Madison. I need to unleash everything I'm feeling on Fernandez.

He's taken the one thing I value more than any other. The void ...