Unmasking the Viper

with the low hum of Dallas' s elite-oil barons, tech moguls, and political power players. My father, John Chadw

have to. I knew what I looked like. Gaunt. Haunted. The expensive gown hung on my

ell, Daddy," I murmured, a

e forward, with Sabrina trailing behind us like a shy shadow. "John, good

h a worry that twisted my insides. My mother rushed over, her face a mirror

l the whispers starting around us, the curious glances at my frail

the speeches. My father took the stage, his voice booming through the sound system as he thanked the donors

. My body. The grainy, horrific footage from that night filled every large screen in th

turned from the screens to me. The whispers turned to horrified mur

ute it stole my breath. As I fell, a wave of blackness pulling me under, I saw a face pushing through the crowd. A famili