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

She stumbled, hitting the wall. I stepped into my mother’s personal space. “Who is he?!” I screamed, the sound tearing my own vocal cords.

Adela’s lips quivered. She stared blankly at the door where the man had vanished. “Kyle Warburton.”

The syllables meant absolutely nothing to me. But to Detective Richards, who had just re-entered the room, panting continue reading …