My Grave, His Madness

glittering parties. Now, I'm just a cold spot in the air. A month has passed since m

ering, his knuckles white around a glass of whiskey. His entire career, his power, this very roof

arp eyes. Now she looks pale and fragile, leaning on Marcus for support. She's supposedly dying, a rare f

us tells himself. It'

one thing he needs to save his precious Izzy. He thinks I'm h

ll for his age, swallowed by a black suit that was once our father's. Af

hin whisper. "People are lea

like a predator. He sees me in Leo's

is sh

, Marcus. S

his palm connecting with Leo' s cheek echoes in the silent roo

ce low and dangerous. "She put you up to

e straightens his tie, his public mask slipping back into place. He str

"But this charade is over. My wife, Elara, is playing a sick jok

hat no one hears. I am a ghost, a powerless witness to his madness. He is destroying my memo