Chapter 162

There is something wild and unsettled about her features. Grief stricken out of her senses, I imagine. It hurts to look at her and try to reconcile the more put together woman I remember. I still can't decipher why she came here. She hasn't said anything. Linc offered her a glass of water when Hernandez managed to have her constrained to the couch. She refused the offer. Her fingers are tiny and they tremble. She has lost a lot of weight since I last saw her. It is borderline depressing to watch her.

"Sheryl. I want to offer you my condolences." Linc breaches the silence eventually. He is cautious and compassionate. I want to shrink back, this feels too intimate to sit in on. But I can't leave.

Sheryl looks up at Linc and there is so much contempt in her dull eyes that I fear she might still have some ways to inflict physical harm on any of us.

"Why did you do it? Why, Linc? He wasn't yours, and I know he hurt you, but still. I begged you. He was a disturbed boy but he ha