“Sir, we have him already,” Jex informed me.

I stopped pouring the milk in the glass when I heard what he said. I glanced at Femella who has put all her focus on building the puzzle. She crashed to the floor wearing my t-shirt. It’s been three days since she’s been with me and so far, she’s recovering fast.

“Did you file the necessary charges? I want him forever locked.”

The contents of the milk carton were thrown away by the tightness of my grip on it. Femella’s appearance that night played on my mind. She’s pale, almost lifeless in my arms. That image will keep me haunted forever and...