The biting wind whipping off Lake Erie had a way of cutting right through your ribs and settling in your chest. It was the kind of cold that made your bones ache with old regrets. My name is Elia…
CHAPTER 1: The Sound of Giving Up It wasn't a scream that tore through the freezing apartment. It was a wheeze. A desperate, wet rattling sound, followed by the sickening thud of …
