ler, and I was murde

eath that stretched over ten years, startin

ways the

other young and hard-faced, came to our town. They promi

tem," he called it. A voice in his head offered h

n't he

he back of their van, the world turning into a dizzying blur.

sol

alists who bought me to be a future husband for their non-verbal daughter, Molly. For a d

f our parents, who, relieved to have their "difficult"

, a broken, scarred young man, Ethan u

victim. He had a forged diary ready, filled with entries detail

ked at me, their real son, with fear and di

d to have m

spital for everyone's safety. The final betrayal shattered the last piece of me. That n

maybe the devil, ga

with the smell of frying bacon from our family

again. Mama Rose, the old trafficker, was smil

I didn't

nd out the door, p

y best naive expression, the one our pa

s lit up, seeing

orn. He knew what was at stake. He shove

o the women, his voice a little too high. "I'm the

et me get the System. He had to

him to the van, Ethan leaned in close to me,

hink you can steal my p

st s

own fate, and I was going to make sure