Three. This is my number. It’s the exact sum of reasons I continue to go on.
One: To strengthen my body. Make it strong. Make it a machine. Make it so that what happened before can never, ever, happen again.
Two: To help others find their own strength so that what happened to me, what happened to my Olivia, doesn’t happen to them.
And three: My favorite—to find the bastards that took my life away and make them pay for what they did.
This is what my life is now. A dead man, inside a scarred body, living only for revenge.