“Dad, don’t go… Grandma takes me to a secret place when you’re gone, and she says I’m never allowed to tell you.”
By that afternoon, I was following them myself — and what I saw made every instinct in me turn cold.
That morning, I stood in our Cedar Hollow kitchen pouring warm milk into Fiona’s favorite panda mug while my driver waited outside.
My name is Adrian, and I was supposed to be at the airfield within the hour, then in a Chicago conference room by noon, closing an acquisition worth more money than my father had earned in his lifetime.
