It was anger.

A deep, steadying anger that would carry me through everything that came after.

Chapter 6 — He Is Speeding Up the Process

By the following midday, with rest and with the baby’s strange calming presence, Raymond’s dry lips could move just enough to shape a few faint words.

I leaned down and put my ear close to his mouth to catch them, and what he said turned the cold unease in my chest into something much sharper.

“Christopher,” he breathed, so quietly I felt the word more than heard it.