We buried him next to my mother's grave because it seemed fitting. He didn’t know she is, supposedly, alive some way or another out there. Beloved husband and father it said. He felt just as tragic as my life had been. As soon as they told me he was a Crimson I never quite felt right. Maybe I should have told him I knew what he was, but then I would have had to explain I knew what I was also. I couldn’t imagine it would have played out too well. So many questions were left unanswered in my mind. Who killed my father and why? I thought maybe Drake or one of his minions. Why did Makayla come looking for me? If my father was Crimson, living a just life as an ethically correct police officer, could other Crimsons choose light over dark? Could Makayla have done so? What happens next with...

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