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

hair from Hunter’s burning forehead.

“I’m right here, sweetie. Mommy isn’t leaving,” I murmured, pressing my lips to his knuckles.

His little fingers twitched. His eyes fluttered shut, but he forced a whisper past his teeth. “The shed,” he rasped. “Door under the floor.”

Detective Richards’ posture instantly went rigid.

Adela let out a pathetic, guttural continue reading …