Dylan's Dad
When Dylan Sullivan took a new type of hallucinogen, I was forced to give myself to him to curb the effects.
Innately fertile, I got pregnant, giving birth to fraternal twins—a boy and a girl—after marrying him.
However, Dylan refused to let them call him daddy, drinking away the nights while staring at the picture of his one true love.
Then, on our tenth anniversary, he locked us up in the basement and burnt us to death.
As it turns out, he remained hung up on that moment when I saved him all this time, stubbornly convinced I intervened when he was vulnerable to satisfy my ambitions.
That in turn drove a rift between himself and his one true love, whose heartbreak led to psychosis and the accident that killed her.
But I somehow opened my eyes to find myself alive, returning to the day Dylan took the hallucinogen by mistake.
This time, I let his one true love have him, while I headed towards the study…