Chapter 143 - Ryker

My chest swelled with pride as Willow, Jessa, and Tali all gathered on the stage.

"Taylor Pankoswki, age fourteen," Willow said, her voice strong. A picture showed on the screen behind us. A young girl who had seen too much life in her years. Her blue eyes were hazy, her brown hair hung in straggles down her face.

A woman in the crowd screamed. "That's my baby. That monster had my baby?"

"Born January 14, 2006. Died -"

The woman shouted and wailed.

Tali's fists clenched. "Died June 28, 2019."

"Cause of death: traumatic blood loss," Jessa said.

The woman collapsed into tears and grief. Several around her either moved to help comfort her or stepped away. Their gazes lowered, their shoulders hunched.

The guilty would out themselves by the time this was done.

The next picture was displayed. The group of gathered monsters and innocents sucked in a collective breath. "Marigold Lightfoot, age fifty-five." Willow didn't take her gaze off the crowd. Blue eyes, red hair, ro