**Trigger Warning: Talk of Suicide***
Temperance’s POV
“Looking for this?” Melissa asked from the doorway. She was leaning against the door jam as Jeff stood a few feet from her.
“Melissa, are you helping us?” I asked.
She stepped into the room and around my bewildered husband. She took a look at my face and cringed. “My son did that, didn’t he?”
I looked at the ground and nodded. “He was mad because-“
“I don’t need to hear his excuse. I am tired of seeing you like this.” She said as she unlocked the cuffs. “If I could take back everything he has done to you, I would. I know I acted indifferently and blamed you, but I was wrong. I should have stopped him.”
“You were brainwash
