Page 51 of Siccitas

Isee Darby in Skylar.

I’m reminded of why I’m back here to begin with.

I remember why I came back here with Skylar.

Why I started this entire process.

He can’t fucking break me.

I’m a Greene.

We don’t break.

I smile at Skylar and tilt my head. “Run off and play now. Mommy needs her rest.”

“Okay,” she says. She leans over and hugs me, and I hug her back.

It gives me strength.

I remember Darby and remember what she would want for her children.

I remember Luke throwing Dalton’s head in my direction.

I remembereveryone.

I lie back down.

I need to rest. Once my wounds have healed, I will exact my revenge.

Richter may be lost, but there’s still hope for Skylar.

She’s still innocent.

I doze, resting peacefully until I feel a weight on the bed, and this time I know it’s not the children.

I sleepily open my eyes and smile. “Hello, Daddy.”

He smiles down at me. “I’ve made burgers on the grill, come butter the buns, and we’ll have delicious hamburgers for dinner.”

I nod and sit up.

He tilts my chin and kisses my lips. “I love that you still taste like my cock.”

I bite my lip, and he smirks.

He gets up and walks out.

I grab my cane, and with renewed energy, I go to the kitchen.

Richter is there, cutting the buns in half.

“Hello, Mommy.” He’s so dutiful.

I want to shake him. To wake him up.

But Pater took him to a room alone when he asked about Darby. Who knows what he did with the boy to get in his head?

I smile. “Hello, Richter. Thank you for helping.”

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