Mag-log in*I want you to know—I'm still here. Still waiting. Still believing that someday you'll understand what I was trying to do. Not the manipulation. Not the obsession. But the genuine desire to nurture real talent.* *Your parents will tell you this letter proves I haven't changed. They'll say it shows
POV: Nova Two years after Darren's sentencing, I watched my daughter perform at Carnegie Hall. Sixteen years old. Standing on one of the most prestigious stages in the world. Playing an original composition she'd written about survival, transformation, and refusing to be broken. The audience—two
"Don't read it," Nova said. "Burn it. Don't give him the satisfaction." But Elena insisted. "I need to know what he's saying. What he's planning." We opened it together. Three pages, handwritten, his careful script. *Dear Elena,* *I know you won't want to hear from me. I understand. I've thought
POV: Kai Six months after Darren's sentencing, life almost felt normal again. Almost. I stood in the doorway of the studio's main space, watching Elena lead a workshop for younger students. She was fourteen now, more confident, teaching them about music theory and performance anxiety. Twenty kids
"I'm thirteen, not stupid. And now I know what manipulation looks like. What reformed abusers claim versus what they actually do. That's valuable. Painful, but valuable." She pulled me close. "When did you get so wise?" "I have good teachers." Dad appeared in the doorway. "Family meeting in the l
POV: Elena My documentary had thirty million views by the time Darren's parole hearing happened three days later. I sat in the courtroom between Mom and Dad, watching him in his orange jumpsuit. He'd been arrested for parole violation—contacting me despite the restraining order, making threats, de







