Blisters have formed on my feet and sweat is pouring down my face, but I run as fast as the rock and gravel will allow. Dead bodies? Seven of them? I can’t imagine what Gage is going through right now. I make it to the spot where I’d spoken to 911 not long before, while we were trying to get help...
My roommate, Stephanie, is setting down bowls of kibble for Onyx and Ghost. She looks up and smiles brightly, her face glowing in a radiance that hasn’t dimmed over the past eight months. Her fiancé, Ken, spent the night, but has already gone to work his shift at the fire hall. “Starve the devil ...
We need to talk.” Shock makes me obedient. I stagger to the couch and follow his instructions, grateful to sink into its depths. I just can’t get the sound of Beth’s screams to stop ringing in my head. The sound of her being slapped. The sound of her fear. “You’re doing great, babe,” Jerome says....