“Do not let her leave.”

the side door.

Cormac was already in the dining room.

He hadn’t stopped to greet my mother. He stood over the open binder, Callie flanking him like a bodyguard. He ran his index finger down the laminated index tabs. He looked up at me, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked.

“Lo,” he murmured, using his private nickname for me. “This is marked continue reading …