I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

are supposed to keep you safe. You were not supposed to predict evil.”

A tear slid from the corner of his eye, and it made him look younger than twelve. I kissed his forehead.

“Rest,” I told him. “I will handle this.”

I stepped out of the room before the rage inside my chest spilled over in front of him.

In the hallway, I leaned against the wall and forced continue reading …