“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…

about when the fevers get too high?”

My knees buckled. I caught myself heavily against the stairwell banister.

“She… she speaks my name?”

“In the dark, sometimes,” Sofia confessed, her voice barely a breath. “She assumes I am deeply asleep, but I listen. She weeps, she begs for forgiveness to the empty room, and she repeats your name. Sir, what did you continue reading …