The Silent Liberator

hing happened. Caleb' s hand, restin

ed. It was like watching a porcelain mask crack and fall away, revealing something raw and unformed

cake knife fro

mall, confused

ghtened, his knuckles turning white. He tur

t was from a guest, a woman in a yellow

b lu

kept stabbing, his arm rising and falling in a brutal, mechanical rhythm.

pagne glasses. The perfect, sunlit wedding reception turned into a scene of chaos and

hand. He stood over her, his chest heaving, his face splattered with her b

t moved from my spot behind him. I just watched. I watched the cage

had been, catatonic, the bloody knife hanging loosely from his hand. They foun

ook us