Frederick MacKenzie's POV
It has been a week since Andrew informed me that Candace was alive, but being held in a secure clinic to ensure she would be available for all donations needed to keep Ethan alive until a cure could be found. He asked if I wanted to see her, talk to her, but I declined. In my mind, I no longer have a daughter.
The internet was filled with the story of Candace's sudden death. The whole sordid mess was rehashed time and time again. Memes on social media sites, and the resulting comments, vilified her. Nothing they said was false. Quite the opposite. I had once thought that I would be hurt by such a display of hate towards my own child, but in truth, I agreed with the comments.
Any feeling of love, family connection, or compassion I once had for Candace had disap
