k, I know you' re scared. Momma prepared some of

led the air. My throat was dry from arguing, so I took a long drink. It taste

ake him see reason. "Liam,

hick fog rolling into my mind. My chopsticks, which I' d been nervously

n flinch. He j

" I managed to whisper, m

aid, his voice now eerily calm. "You were getting

flesh and bone. I could only watch as he picked me up from the chair. H

ere.

o the damp night air. "It' s all prepared. Pastor Mi

he smell of pine and burning candles. Folk art symbols were painted on the walls, symbols I recog

ore it snapped, the cabin door opened again. My parents walked in, their fa

show, her voice tremb

force her. Look at h

tened, his resolve hardening. "It is right," he said,

triumphant smirk as my v