"Kenny if you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell out of here, right now!" I said angrily"It's not Kenny." Mom said."Oh, sorry, Mom. What ar... you doing up? It's awful late." I said this and realized it was just, exactly, the wrong thing to say."Yes it is Pam, it's very late, almost 3:00AM. You do realize I don't sleep when you're out this late, don't you?" She said this in this tone she has that isn't preachy and isn't mean but makes you feel like you just stabbed her through the. I couldn't ever go back. All my friends, my family were gone forever. And through it all, I was trapped in a maelstrom of pain that consumed me.I guess my monitors gave me away because the nurse came in and shot me full of something that put me under so deep the nightmares couldn't reach me.In the morning, Dr. Cummings cut the cast off my arm and I spent damn near an hour in the shower scrubbing my skin and hair until I couldn't smell anything other than soap. The only thing that still hurt was. “Stearns Questions Policy on Supervision Orders” the headline read. ‘Stearns’ was Lady Justice Catherine Stearns, a high court judge, prominent for her role in cases brought under the various Male Control Acts introduced by New Order. Apparently, Stearns was calling for new measures in relation to the tracking of male found guilty of offences that weren’t serious enough for prison. While it was reasonable for them to be in sponsorships, Stearns argued, it was clear from the number of instances. A terse email, "Whatever makesyou happy, Dad. As usual." I hadn't expected more. Her twin had flown infrom San Francisco as soon as I sent him the news, and we'd been at itfor an endless hour. Ed Bianchi, my lawyer watching his every protestwith calculated interest from the end of the table, folios and foldersspread out before him.I trusted Ed with other secrets than this one. I think he was trying tounderstand what I was plotting, that I was punishing my children forsome slight with this.