BOOK 3: CHAPTER 56: Unholy Silence
Jesus is Lord.
This man—this walking, breathing, devil-smiling menace—is not making it easy for her right now. Not even close.
Her fingers clench tighter around the phone, the plastic digging into her skin as she forces herself to stay upright, to breathe, to sound normal. Her voice trembles—fragile and betrayed by her own treacherous body. It wavers like glass on the verge of shattering as she exhales and tries to remember who she is. Who she’s supposed to be.
Greg’s voice cuts through again, warm, concerned, completely unsuspecting.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, still sounding half-asleep, still gentle in the way only a husband can be. “You sound... weird.”
She chuckles—dry, hollow, too sharp to be real. It cracks at the edge, teetering between
