The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

in an instant, replaced by something cold and focused.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small vial. Clear liquid. Maybe an inch of fluid.

Candace shifted slightly in her seat, positioning herself between the vial and the rest of the restaurant, blocking the view with her body.

Marcus uncapped the vial with practiced ease and tilted continue reading …