A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't get the third part out a few days ago. I was going to update every 2 days. 'Cuz of this, you'll get a double today! :D
The knife never left his side. Not since the day Carol gave it back to him. She was always in his heart and on his mind. The loss of her was too great. That day in the hospital was the last day he breathed right. Killing Dawn did something to him. He saw how Beth reacted to the woman's voice and proximity. That woman was the first on his shit list.
He always had a goal in sight since she was taken from him near the funeral home. The place they were going to make THEIR home. He was willing to keep looking for the rest of his life. To find her and tell her everything and then love her until they breathed their last. Now even that was taken from him.
She was taken from him. Her knife would never be. His memories of her would never be. Judith, the little girl who was like her own, would never be. He would keep the man she died for alive, it was the last good deed she did. He would fight to keep her memory on in the people she loved.