they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

her frantic backpedaling. Bertha’s hysterical screaming died instantly, suffocated by a suffocating, dense silence.

I grabbed the metal bedrail. “Baby,” I pleaded, leaning over his battered body, shielding him from their view. “What are you saying? Who?”

Hunter’s gaze slid past me. He did not look at my mother. He did not look at my sister. His terrified,continue reading …