3 months later

Katherine stood in front of the grave dressed in black. Davey and the other boys had left leaving her alone at Jack's grave. None of them had planned for this to happen.

No one had planned on Jack killing Joseph Pulitzer.

No one had planned on him getting arrested.

No one had planned on him dying in a prison riot three months later.

And Katherine had certainly not planned on still loving him after all he had done. She thought she'd be happy or at least satisfied when her father's murderer was in jail. But instead, watching Jack get dragged away made her heart ache. It made her heart ache knowing someone she loved so much could cause her so much pain. It made her heart ache knowing she could no longer have a future with the person she loved so dearly.

She couldn't have imagined life without Jack before all of this. But now that he was gone she found herself wishing that she hadn't called the police on him, that she had taken him up on his offer to leave New York together, and most importantly that she hadn't said those words to him.

"Well, you just did."

That was the last thing she ever said to Jack. Not "I love you" or "I'll miss you" like most couples say when they're leaving. Instead she broke up with him. She remembered how he had looked when they dragged him away.

Soaking wet, heartbroken, and betrayed.

And now she was left wondering what their life could of been like together. Without the violence. Without the hatred Jack had for her father. But that could never happen. Not now. And even if she did move on and found someone new to love, the memory of Jack would still be with her, like a handprint on her heart.