I tried to make

t a small house for us, away from my

ted to Ethan's father's interests, or so he

small comfort in the e

t first. But he was charming when he wanted to be. He made donations to th

disaster

he baby kick. Jackson was away, "in the city." A lou

ple were running, pointing towards the old processing plant upstrea

a breach. The water, our lifeblood, was turning a sickly, unnatu

it, but it was chaos. The chemicals were spreading too fast. My small, close-knit

the people... so many lost. My neighbors, my friends, the old woman w

y. A miscarriage. The doctor said it was the trauma, the exposure.

concerned citizen. He was everywhere, organizing relief, demandin

Sarah," he vowed, holding me

in weeks, a few low-level plant m

t from Dubois Oil, carefully managed to avoi

He' d stood up to the powerful

early. The loss of my baby, my home

rt. He held me, he soothed me, and I clung to him, the only solid thi

hestration behind his heroic facade. I just saw a man wh

. I was one of them, living with the man who had seemingly saved me from