“Don’t bury her—that’s not her in the coffin!” a little girl cries out at a Chicago funeral, stopping everything as a shocking truth inside the coffin is revealed

Gabriel moved first. His men followed, bursting through the grate into gunfire.

The warehouse erupted into chaos.

Ava crawled behind a stack of rotting crates, hands pressed over her ears, tears burning her eyes. She had thought she knew fear. She had known hunger, cold, illness, and men who shouted in alleys.

But bullets were different.

Bullets made the continue reading …