Abel's face flushes with red as his fists clench at his sides. "You would choose to defend him over me? Your own fucking son?"

"I don't know where I went so wrong." Eli dips his head in shame. "And I’m sorry that I've let you down, Abel. I'm sorry for hurting you and not being there as much as I should have perhaps... but this has become too large. Too many lives have been destroyed, and I can't in good conscience allow anyone else to suffer over your anger with me."

He walks up to the dais where the three Councilors are seated, handing Hildebrand what appears to be a flash drive.

"It's all on there," Eli tells them solemnly. "The truth about the excommunicated members. The explosion that killed Santiago's family and the other Sovereign Sons. The attempt on my life. Everything is right there."

I watch on in disbelief as Marco clears his throat beside me. He seems to be as uncertain as I am. But when Eli turns around and meets my eyes, he nods to me, a sign of respect and so much more.

I think this is his way of trying to make amends.

"It can't be you, Santiago," he tells me. "He will pay for his sins now, but it can't be you. Not if you truly want to move forward with Ivy."

34

Evangeline

I’m trying to stay upbeat for my sister. For my father and for Santiago. I’m really trying. But it’s getting harder and harder the more time goes by.

For four weeks, she has lain like this. Unmoving except when the nurses move her. Her expression unchanging. Her belly still somehow growing. I don’t even know if she can hear me, and I’m sure I sound pretty stupid to anyone passing by, but I want her to know I’m here. That we’re all here and waiting.

So, I drag the chair over and sit down, and I take my sister’s hand.

“You’d think they’d have one comfortable chair in this place. I swear my butt feels like wood every time I leave here.”

I turn her wedding band around and around. Santiago took the engagement ring home, but he wouldn’t let them take the wedding band off.

“Did you hear your crazy husband lose his shit when they tried to take this off you?” I ask out loud. “It was sort of funny. It will be anyway when you wake up, and we can relive the moment. They almost had to call security.” I wipe my eye. I don’t want her to hear that I’m crying. I cry every time I come in here. I hate this. Hate seeing her like this. Hate knowing it was Abel who did it to her.