Chapter 7

I remained kneeling on the scattered journals long after Marcus had left the library, my body numb from hours of torture. The house had fallen silent, save for the occasional creak of settling wood. Dawn was approaching; faint gray light filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shado

Chapter 8

The morning after my confrontation with Marcus in the library, I stood in our bedroom watching him sleep. His face was peaceful in slumber, all traces of the monster from last night erased. It struck me how someone could look so normal, so human, while harboring such capacity for cruelty

Chapter 9

The Seattle rain tapped gently against the windows of the conference room, creating a soothing backdrop to the silence that followed my presentation. I stood at the podium, watching as twenty of the Northwest's top cardiac specialists processed what I'd just shared. Three years had passe