John?...

Céline ate in silence.

John's recent killing was eating her up. It made her feel like a monster. She could have saved that poor woman and her baby, but she didn't. She could put an end to all of these.

But her heart was divided into two quarreling halves.

One, ached to bring justice to her innocent parents who were harshly taken from her at a very young age. What if she never found her good aunt Elizabeth to take care of her, what would have become of her?

Yet, the other half of her heart tugged at her conscience. She could bring John to the book and end everything. Save hundreds of pregnant women in the state.

But she didn't know what to do.

Her phone suddenly rang out, breaking her out of her dilemma.

"Hello," she called, her stress evident in her voice.

"Céline..."

"D-amien?" She choked on a fry and quickly took a large gulp of water.

Damien was on the line!

She quickly sat up straighter and dropped the plate on the small side table in the living room.