At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

stop looking.”

“Never,” I vowed, my own tears finally breaking free. “I would have torn the world apart brick by brick.”

As I lifted her gently, carrying her toward the stairwell, I looked back at Ysella, who was thrashing against the guards. But Ysella wasn’t looking at me. She was staring out at the city skyline, a twisted, knowing smile spreading continue reading …