Death would be a kindness, after all.
You gave Jake a shot to stay by your side and make something of himself, but in the end he proved himself just another deserter. You should have seen it coming; you learned 15 years ago that people will slip right through your fingers if you let them.
It’s fine. You won’t let go again. Jake is your means to an end.
When you scramble his frontal lobe, you’ll make sure it doesn’t heal right.
It won’t be much of a change, anyway.
