The skillet hit the doorframe hard enough to split the wood. For one second, nobody moved. I stood beside the staircase with one hand pressed over my abdomen. Pain burned beneath the fresh surgical dressing.…
The lights went out at 4:17 on Sunday afternoon. From my apartment in San Diego, I watched my Lake Tahoe villa disappear into shadow on the security feed. My sister Olivia shouted from the kitchen.…
PART 1 — THE BACK ROW My name is Staff Sergeant Rhiannon Tolliver and I am thirty-four. My grandfather was turning ninety and the family had organised a tribute for him at the Ashcombe Club,…