“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…

me. She engineered an absolute illusion.”

The crushing gravity of Margaret’s sociopathy threatened to snap my spine. She had not merely assassinated my romantic future; she had actively kidnapped my unborn legacy.

I turned my attention to Sofia.

“How old are you, precisely?” I asked, though the math was already carved into my soul.

“Twelve,” she murmured.continue reading …