She Returned to Escape the Past. The Past Was Waiting in Her Bed.

pale from exhaustion. A blanket had been wrapped around his shoulders, and for one terrible second Clara thought he might be sick.

Then she saw the dried blood on his sleeve.

Clara’s breath caught.

“Daniel?”

“I’m okay,” he said immediately, though his voice cracked. “Mom, please don’t panic.”

Don’t panic.

As if panic had not already rooted itself inside continue reading …