JUDY’S POV
When I stepped into the dim the parlor of the house, I called out…
“Daniel?”
That time, there was no answer.
I moved deeper into the house, my clicks sharply against the polished floor.
Then a figure stepped from the shadows near the staircase.
“You remembered I exist.”
I stopped instantly, turning to see him…
Daniel looked thinner than the last time I’d seen him. His cheeks were sucking in deeper and his eyes had dark spots under.
He hadn’t been sleeping too?
He was still handsome in a ruined sort of way. But his pupils were getting smaller and his eyes wider…
Daniel now was…unstable. That was the best word to use.
For years, his condition has only grown worse, no matter how many therapists I sent his way… after months they’ll say he’s making good progress and then
