“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

the ether without a singular syllable of explanation, leaving a cavern in my chest that I had frantically attempted to seal with skyscrapers and venture capital.

Sofia clutched the silver frame to her chest as if it were a sacred relic. Her frail shoulders began to heave.

“Hey,” I murmured cautiously, depositing the tray onto a side table before my trembling continue reading …