“Where the hell is Damen?” she shouted toward Jose, looking at the star on top of the Christmas tree, closing her eyes a bit, and praying for his safety. “He’s probably working late tonight,” Jose responded, staring over at the clock as well. “Look, it’s already past midnight, I’m calling the pol...
Then, with his sight still sharply aimed at her eyes filled with unknown prophecies, Jeremy hurled the two parts of the Kerchief on the table alongside her. Her aged, ripened hand elevated from its resting place on her lap and slammed down on the two parts, stopping their momentum before they fel...