The memory of that day became a past Jett Westgate would never speak of again.
The scene that greeted the medical staff when they entered was one they would never forget.
Two people, drenched in blood, were locked in an embrace. The woman's hand was enveloped by the man's, their fingers intertwined so tightly they couldn't be pried apart.
The woman's head rested in the crook of the man's shoulder, and the man's chin rested on the crown of her head.
Blood flowed from their bodies, pooling on the floor in a large, dark red stain, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.
The woman died at the scene.
The man lost the ability to father children and would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
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From that day on, Jett Westgate was utterly broken, from the inside out, from his bones to his very soul.
The first thing he did after being sent back to Aethelgard was change his will.
