gh Montana's quiet air, a sound I kn
ng this wasn't just a day; it was the past crashing into
husband, had killed me after
d me to fetch him, I simply ref
obsession, had alrea
ving a jealous breakdown and h
s loyal friend
istaking my pleas f
splaced fury, h
g pain tearing t
I watched a dark stai
accused of turning traitor by the very man who' d condemned
eatened to consume me,
ssion: the true traitor wasn't me, but Cal
d, a new, brutal fight fo