When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

steel sliding free was the most exquisite symphony I had ever experienced.

“Excellent,” Miller growled, his jaw set like a steel trap. “The hunter just became the prey. Let’s go welcome him back to the land of the living.”

Part 5: The Confrontation

Forty-eight hours later, the medical staff officially cleared Mark for full cognitive function. He was awake,continue reading …