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#time update, 2215-01-29

TIME UPDATE
Sunday, January 29^th, 2215

Weather: No changes.

Events: Anyone waiting for Julia Burke to go public with what information she has on Elena Maxwell will not be disappointed. On today’s news, she drops a bombshell on Haven: she has Elena’s suicide note. It is explained that Elena gave her the key to a locker room, and told her to open it after work. When Julia did, she found a letter, which she reads on-air.

“By the time you read this, I will be dead. I have lived a life of private misery and guilt, my shame and loathing being saved for times behind closed doors. I find I can no longer bear it. It has to end, and this is the only way I know to end it.

It is selfish, what I’m about to do, but I can no longer bear the burden of living with what has been done. What I allowed to happen. What I pretended not to know.

In July of 2207, when my son was only seven weeks old, an old friend of my mother’s visited my home with a gift. What she gave us instead was a curse. Henrietta Crosby had the power of gift detection. She held my son in her arms and said in passing, ‘it’s a shame that he is ungifted, but a great blessing that he should have parents such as you. At least you will see that he is well taken care of.’ My husband was beginning to make a name for himself as a ‘champion’ of the underdog, and I know she meant well. She did not see the darkness in Maxwell’s eyes when he learned his son was ungifted.

For the following week Maxwell was cold and distant. He lashed out when approached, and accused me of adultery, for no son of his could be a ‘weakling.’ He raged on about the stain to his family’s honor, and how this would ruin his political aspirations. I urged him not to fear our son’s condition but embrace it. If Max was truly ungifted, I said even that could work in his favor. He could campaign for greater rights for the ungifted. Perhaps our son, my precious boy, was a stepping stone towards equality. And then my baby was found dead in his crib, and they told me ‘sometimes these things happen.’ But I knew the truth. I knew in my heart that Maxwell had killed him. He refused to speak with me on the matter for weeks, until we fought and he insisted ‘whatever I did, I did for the good of the family.’ He struck me then, and from that day on I have lived in fear of him. He told me to hold my tongue for the good of our daughter, and I did. But he is a monster. He has abused me in every way a husband possibly can abuse his wife, but I would suffer a thousand deaths if it could bring my son back.

Lacey’s powers manifested this year, and I know she will be safe. I can no longer live with the guilt. My husband is a hypocrite, climbing to power on the backs of the people that disgust him. This is the best way I know to stop him.

Please tell my story. Have my ashes mixed with those of my son, though I am unworthy. I could not protect him in life. Perhaps I can do so in death.

-Elena Maxwell”

Julia turns her information over to the police after her broadcast, and it seems one of the first tasks is confirming that it is written in Elena’s handwriting. But honestly, from there things are a bit chaotic. Maxwell Wallace has just been accused of an unspeakable crime, and the only witness is dead. Henrietta Crosby has been dead for several years, so even she can’t confirm whether she ever told the Maxwells their son was ungifted. To make matters worse, Maxwell II’s body was cremated, so there’s no hope of finding anything there. By the end of the day Maxwell Wallace is in hiding with his daughter, and the officials still can’t say if they’re going to prosecute.

Elections are tomorrow. What will this mean?