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

wail, sliding down the wall until she hit the floor.

Bertha bolted upright, the chair scraping violently against the tiles. “He’s hallucinating! Look at the IVs, Abigail! He doesn’t know what he’s saying!”

But Hunter flinched at Bertha’s shrill voice. He shrank away from her, and that tiny, involuntary reaction was all the evidence I needed. My son was continue reading …