"I asked where you're going."

Michael Helwart's voice rang out, low and cold as steel dragged over ice. It wasn't a question; it was an accusation cloaked in civility.

Linsy didn't answer immediately. She stood with her back to him, folding the edge of a sweater that trembled slightly in her grasp. “Home,” she replied simply, her voice paper-thin but resolute.

Michael stepped further into the room. His shadow stretched across the wooden floor, devouring ...