“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…

constrict. Her complexion possessed a ghostly, translucent pallor, her cheekbones jutting out fiercely above eyes submerged in bruised, purple shadows. A violent, rattling cough seized her entire frame before she could even attempt to speak.

“Sofia…” she rasped, attempting a comforting, yet broken smile. “You are back so soon. Did you manage to sell continue reading …