He had been feeding his daughter hope through the very man who was starving her of everything else, and he had never known she was there to receive it.

He looked at the wall of his own photographs and had to put a hand against the doorframe to stay upright.

Chapter 13 — Dad

In the far corner, a figure scrambled back against the wall, pulling a thin blanket to her chest.

Her cheeks were hollow, her skin gray-pale, her arms thin.

But Ellard knew her eyes at once.