Chapter 65

• GEORGE COLLINS
• I knew they were watching me, all of them. The lawyers, the judges, even those damn cops around, thinking they had defeated me. They had no idea. They were all so sure I was broken, that "treatment" would be the end. Fools. I never break. I never lose.
• I heard the whispers. The annoying murmurs about how I had "lost my mind," as if anyone there had a clue what was going on inside me. None of them understood reality. They didn’t know what I knew. They didn’t see what I saw. Claire, she was mine. Always had been.