Inside one of the coldest cells at Fort-tight, Frank lay stretched across the narrow metal cot in his cell, staring at the ceiling with tired, hollow eyes.For the longest time, since the day he arrived here, he had learned to understand that no one truly cares, ad everyone would do anything to protect that which was precious to them. He had learned to live with the chains around his heart long before he learned to live with the ones around his wrists.And he had survived all these years with only one burning thought keeping him alive:One day… I will make the Robbins pay.He didn’t know how nor did he know when. But he knew that someday and somehow, he would. And when that day comes, he’ll make sure to make it happen in such a way that the Robbins’ would have wished that he was the one who had died in that plane crash instead of Richard.And that was because every time he thought of the life they had stolen from him, the happiness of a family that they deprived him of enjoying, it o