huddled in the back of a police car, wrapped in a scratchy blanket. I didn't understand the words the officers were using-"car a

plunge into the river. Their faces smiled out from the television screen, f

her's protégé, the brilliant young man my father had taken under his wing. He appeared at the st

mforting rumble. He knelt in front of me, his gaze steady and reas

beautiful house and filled it with warmth. He chased away my nightmares and t

om, he carried me out to the balcony. He pointed u

ver you feel lonely, just look for your star

were no stars visible tonight, only a thick, suffocating layer of clouds. The warmt

was a sleek, modern building that felt more like a spa than a medical center. The staff

ced woman named Mrs. Gable, told me. She handed me a thick folder. "This contains all the infor

r, my hands stea

lutched to my chest. I didn't head back to the house until late, hoping Liam woul

lights were on, and voices drifted from the li

beautiful in person, with perfect hair and a dress that probably cost more than m

her voice smooth as silk. "Liam

hand on Chloe's shoulder. He looked at me, his exp

ply, hugging the

ht on the edge of the rug. I stumbled, and the folder slipped f

y brochure showing a sleek, futuristic pod. The title was printed in b

he brochure, his gaze sweeping over the images of

ously low. He held up the paper, his knuckles