August

“Honey, I know how angry you are, and I don’t blame you. I feel the same way,” Isabella was saying, sitting next to August on the couch in the home they shared together. “But, baby, I have to tell you, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

August was stunned to hear his mother’s words. She’d already said the same thing several times since he’d shown her the pictures he’d found online. While only one of them showed Mercy, the one where she was on her knees in the background, crying, he’d printed that one off along with several others, ones that showed the faces of key players...