Chapter 42- THE MAN BEHIND THE BOXESI grabbed the nearest object—a metal flashlight—and swung as the figure stepped forward.
He caught my wrist.
“Claire.”
My body forgot how to breathe.
The man had gray hair, a thin scar along his jaw and my father’s eyes.
He was older and painfully thin, but alive.
I struck his chest with both hands.
“You let me bury you.”
He absorbed every blow.
“You let me mourn you.”
“I know.”
“You let me marry Grant.”
“I tried to stop it.”
“How?”
“Every warning I sent disappeared. Every person I contacted was threatened.”
He looked toward the unit entrance.
“We have to leave.”
I wanted answers, apologies and six stolen years returned to me.
May you like
Instead, a red laser appeared against the center of his coat.
My father knocked me to the floor as the storage unit erupted with gunfire.
