She let that hang in the air. Electrifying the room with the terrible images that you hear about in the news. Defenseless, precious children neglected by those who were supposed to protect them. I shut my eyes and saw Cole. Remembered his story about a happy childhood. A happy family. It couldn't all be a lie.
Alicia swept her hand over her cheeks, raising her chin as she faced her son. “Cole Sommers murdered his foster family when he was fourteen years old. He was institutionalized until he was twenty one. He reached out to me when he was released.” She swallowed hard, her strong, defiant chin trembling. “He told me he only has one goal life. Destroying all things Whitmore.”