SPECIAL ### FOUR: OPHELIA COTTONWOOD

I sat in my living room for the hours that passed, mindlessly staring at the television before me while I clutched onto my phone.

I had intentionally let Camille eavesdrop on the conversation between me and Abigail, hoping she would call back, asking questions.

The guilt that had been gnawing at me for years had gotten significantly worse. I blamed myself for the suffering that Bo's daughter had to go through because of my greed.

So I figured the least ...