It's been over six months since the hostage situation with Caleb and Shantelle, and I feel like my life has finally hit a reset button.
It’s funny how innocent Shantelle looked in court when the guilty verdict came in. You’d think she was the one who got stabbed.
For a second—one stupid, fleeting second—I almost felt sorry for her.
But then I remembered.
I remembered Damon, bound to a chair. I remembered him bleeding, barely conscious.
She had it coming.
At least Caleb had the decency to look like exactly what he was—a monster. Not some misunderstood damsel who made a ‘mistake.’ No. He sat there, stiff-backed and dead-eyed, a man who knew his life was over.
It had been satisfying to watch.
They’re both incarcerated. Locked away in the cold, gray cells they deserve.
I should feel
