#Chapter 560: Rage

Nathan I couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood. But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them. I needed to see them suffer. Every step took me closer to the men responsible for so much pain and suffering—not just to Olivia’s mother, but to countless other innocent women as well. The thought of what they had put Giselle through, robbing her of her memories and her very identity, made my blood boil. I didn’t remember much of Olivia’s mother from childhood; most of the time I had known her, she had been sick with cancer and in and out of the hospital a lot. But I remembered the tears streaming down Olivia’s face at her funeral, the dull look in her father’s eyes. And I remembered the way that their family had begun to crack.