Candace sat beside Jero's bed and placed a wet napkin on his forehead as she watched him sleep. No matter how much she thought about it, she still couldn't understand what she was doing by Jero's bedside or why she felt the need to do this, but she couldn't help it. Although he was a monster, she wasn't, and she couldn't bring herself to his level.
She tried to focus on on the pleasant thoughts, and dwell on the few good things she could remember about him. No matter how possessive and wicked he had been, he was her first love. He had given them their first home away from the orphanage. He had given her Jamal. For that she would stay beside him until he died.
She turned to the door when it opened and one of the men stationed outside it walked in, "Someone is here to see you," he said as he looked from her to the napkin on Jero's temple and back again.
"Me? Who?" She asked as she rose from her seat.
