A room full of adults, and a signed certificate, and a confident man, all said there was nothing.

She was right, and they were wrong, and I will spend the rest of my life grateful that in the one moment it mattered most, I trusted the small, certain voice over the large, authoritative one.

Chapter 8 — The Finger Twitched

Then Chloe, still lying against her father, reached down and took his right hand in both of hers.

And Mark’s index finger twitched.

Once.