• A Meeting Concerning The Upcoming Elections

Therese was crying and holding on to a picture of Renée when she was small. She couldn't help but blame herself for everything that had occurred. Maybe if she had a spine and she had put her foot down, Clifford wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted and her daughter wouldn't have been forced into marriage to a suicidal psychopath like Jason.

There was a knock on the door and when she raised her head to see who it was, it was Clifford. He wore a remorseful look on his face as he stood by the doorframe.

She didn't even bother to acknowledge him, she just turned around and shoved the picture of her daughter into the bag.

“Therese, let talk-”

“We have absolutely nothing to talk about unless it's about you finding Valerie or about Renée’s funeral arrangements,” she said blankly.

She walked right past him with her bag and was making her way out.

“So that's how it's going to be?! You're just going to leave after everything we've been through together?” His voice boomed from behind he