I was at the office late at night and alone with my thoughts and demons.
I reflected on the last few years and thought about the endless pattern of threats.
Victoria Sterling, Marie Starling, Charles Sterling, Jennifer Morrison, Richard Blackwood, Davidson, Juliet, Dante Marvin, Senator Ashford, Maxwell Pierson, Alexei Petrov... the list was endless, some I could remember and some I couldn't.
There were endless enemies for constant attacks amidst the never-ending cycle of violence and survival.
The pattern was becoming painfully clear: being good made us targets, and choosing ethics made us vulnerable.
My father's words haunted me like ghosts. "In this world, you're predator or prey. So choose wisely."
I chose prey. I chose ethics, goodness, and redemption.
And what was the result? A life of constant attacks with my family endangered repeatedly, Katherine was almost killed, and the children were traumatized.
