“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…

devil come,” I snarled softly. The passive, melancholic executive who wallowed in his glass castle was dead. “Neither of you will spend another fraction of a second in this purgatory.”

Chapter 4: The Empirical Truth

I scooped Lena into my arms. She was terrifyingly weightless, her bones feeling like hollow bird perches beneath her thin garments. I cradled continue reading …