My Grave, His Madness

tunned silence. Marcus doesn't care. His focus is singular, obsessive

a man who taught me how to ride a bike. "You're in on this, are

ut Mr. Davies, a man in his late sixties, in handcuffs for "obstructing a gube

hing, trying to stop them. But I pass righ

who has been here since my mother was a child.

her, his voice flat and cold. "I'll personally call

e turning and walking out of the house she has ca

piece, to punish a ghost. To force m

ds frozen, the red mark on his

in the eye. "Every person who suffers, it's because you and your si

, tears finally breaking fre

If she's not back by tomorrow, you'll be in the foster care system. We'll see how l

shut behind him. Leo collapses to the f

atch him cry, my own spectral form vibrating with a rage that has no outlet. I remember the cold, the dark, the feeling of my lungs seizin