Jane lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind consumed by the revelations from Dr. Walsham's session with Sylvester. She yearned to turn back time, desperate for the chance to uncover the truth and set things right. But did Sylvester's alter ever tell her the truth directly? Everything had always been so subtle and indirect.
"Hermosa."
"Just a little longer," Jane whispered to herself, determination laced with uncertainty in her voice. She would continue to assist Sylvester. But once that task was accomplished, she vowed she would remove herself from his life, sparing herself further entanglement in his turmoil.
When morning dawned, Jane's coachman delivered the newspaper to her. Unrolling the paper, her eyes were immediately drawn to another headline: "Justice Yet to Be Served! Will the Cold-blooded Murderer Be Hanged or Electrocuted?"
