“Hold my hand. Scream if you have to. I am never letting go again.”
While Maya soaked, Adrian dialed 911. His voice was a flat, lethal monotone. “My wife has used hypothermia as a disciplinary tool on my seven-year-old daughter. Dispatch an ambulance and the police. And tell them to hurry—because I am about to go upstairs, and I don’t know who I’ll continue reading …
