A little girl cried outside a crowded restaurant, pointing at a trash can: “My mom is sleeping in there.” The wealthy diners laughed and threw food at her. But when a billionaire pulled up, stepped out, and slowly lifted the lid…

my battered face.

I heard Harry scream my name, a sound that tore the universe in half.

I managed to pry open one swollen eye. Above me, silhouetted against the Mapleton skyline, were the stunned faces of police officers, and the pale, horrified visage of Caleb Warburton. I whispered my son’s name before the world went black once more.

I was out of the continue reading …