“A shot of dread hit Vincent in the chest. Something was wrong. He knew it. Leanne had never been late, ever. If… — Kristopher Rufty Copy Share Image
“Wha…?” He couldn’t finish. His throat tightened. He felt sick inside. “It’s okay, Daddy. They’re not going to eat you or anything. Not anymore.”… — Kristopher Rufty Copy Share Image
“A shot of dread hit Vincent in the chest. Something was wrong. He knew it. Leanne had never been late, ever. If she knew… — Kristopher Rufty Copy Share Image
