Nick's POV
After my conversation with Reagan, I stepped out of the visitation room feeling like I'd just walked through a storm. My chest was tight, my thoughts heavier than the air I breathed. I wanted justice, but not like this. Seeing Reagan like that, stripped of everything, broken in spirit… it didn't feel like victory. It felt like a loss.
He'd already been punished long before he was arrested. And I wasn't God to decide how much more he should pay.
Oliver walked beside me, quiet for a while before finally asking, "Will you also see Raymond and Nancy?"
I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets. "No. I don't have it in me right now. If Georgia doesn't bleed tonight, she's getting discharged tomorrow, and I'd rather be there when she opens her eyes than waste another second on people who don't matter anymore."
Ollie smirked faintly, as if proud of my answer. "Fair. Besides, those two will rot where they belong."
