he always said was "our future." Chloe was there too, pale but glowing, pr

rah. What are you doing here? I to

ce flat, devoid of the storm raging inside

rrogance dripped from hi

ing to a child. "Your father was already gone. It was a

e, a flicker of something I couldn't

his hand. "Our grandchild, Sarah. Think of it that way. Chloe is c

randchild? You expect me

al, almost conspiratorial tone. "We can raise the child together. It' ll

ed. A self-satis

, Sarah. He was gone. Th

. "My father was murdered for hi

ent. A fortunate coincidence for Chloe." He glanced at

ng my grief, dismissing my father' s li

t watched me with those

nside me began to boil. This wasn'