C139 Allison’s POV: an eye for an eye.

I hadn’t left the living room, just shifted—hitting Dontrell, striking Clayton, demanding answers they didn’t have. How did they let this happen? Why didn’t they save him?

At some point, a guard tried holding me back. I slapped him too. But none of it mattered. Andrew was still gone.

Now, It was nearly four a.m., and I was still here. Neither Dontrell nor Clayton had left