“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…

Ten years since the betrayal. Twelve years of breath in this girl’s lungs.

I rose to my feet, the despair evaporating, replaced instantly by a thermonuclear, focused rage.

“Our tenure in this squalor is permanently terminated,” I announced.

Lena shrank back, terrified. “Grant, you cannot comprehend her reach. If Margaret discovers we are back…”

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