Cael walked through the cold walls of the prison; it had been three weeks since his mother was tried and found guilty by the court. He hated coming here, but since Charles had been able to get him exclusive rights, he could see his mother every weekend. Anytime he saw her, she always had the brightest smile on, as if she were right where she was supposed to be, and she always said he should not worry at all and that everything was okay with him.

"Don't you think you are here a lot?" Abigail asked as she sat down in the room. Charles's influence has gone as far as...