Doubt

I used to play a fantasy.

I was the little girl every man wanted to dirty up. I played the part well until I became of no use to them. It didn't help that I actually gave birth to a child I didn't know I was carrying in my cell.

Once Glenn was born, I had to grow up.

Eve's Fury helped me with that.

They took me in when they could have easily left us on our own.

Still, even with every reason in the world to trust them, I still have a hard time.

What if one day they decide I'm not good enough to ride with them, or worse, they no longer want to look out for me?

So when the one man I never thought I'd see again start sniffing around, I have every reason to doubt he's here for the right reasons.

It doesn't matter that he was one of the nice ones. Or that he's a cop. Or that he's Glenn's father.

I don't want to trust him. But when the rest of the corrupt cops on the force realize that I'm not dead and can identify them, Hardy may be the only one I can turn to for help.