“‘Sir, do you need a maid? I can do anything—my daughter is starving.’ I froze when she looked up. My wife had been missing for two years, our baby sleeping in her arms.
I kissed Grace’s forehead while Lena watched fearfully. I wanted revenge immediately, but I knew that rage was predictable. Evidence would ruin her more completely.
I sent a message: SHE IS ALIVE. BEGIN PHASE TWO.
Then I turned to Lena.
“Tonight, my mother learns the cost of burying the living.”
I left Lena and Grace under protection of continue reading …
