After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

rights a moment before, snapped his briefcase shut and stopped speaking entirely. The silence in the corridor was absolute, thick with the realization that the hunters had just become the prey.

Chapter Three: The Architecture of Collapse

By the time the sun bled over the horizon, painting the city in bruised purples and raw oranges, a small army of investigators continue reading …