Every night my son took a shower at 3 a.m., and I kept telling myself it was just stress—until curiosity made me look through the bathroom door and I saw something so horrifying, so familiar, and so wicked that I left his home for a retirement community before sunrise… but I
to confront him, to save Hazel, as I had fought that demon once in my life, and it had drained all my strength.
I could not fight it again, and staying here, I would slowly wither away in guilt and fear, so my only choice, the only way out for the rest of my life, was not this luxurious condo, but another place where I could find peace.
