“A shot of dread hit Vincent in the chest. Something was wrong. He knew it. Leanne had never been late, ever. If she knew she was going to be, she would have called him. But there had been no phone… — 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
