matters. Theirs is the only truth worth telling. That truth isn’t just about grief and loss and pain. It is about love. It is also about vengeance. Vengeance against the one who allowed it to happen. Vengeance against the one who tried to wash the blood of twenty-seven people off of her hands without thinking anyone would notice. Someone noticed. And this is his time. The message I am charged with delivering is very clear. Camille Grisham can no longer run. She can no longer hide. She can no longer keep the truth of who she is from the world. At least I am not alone here. But if Camille doesn’t step forward to accept the justice due her, I fear that it will not stay that way much longer.