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

a hand, silencing the room. “Abigail. What was your father’s legal name?”

“Gavin,” I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Gavin Thompson.”

The detective turned to his radio. “Run a cross-check on Gavin Thompson in the missing persons database. Pull the 1998 fatality records. Now.”

Adela lay on the floor, surrounded by her shredded tissues, continue reading …