“I can’t let him go, Dad!”

Sarah screamed, her voice breaking into a thousand shards as the crystal glass in her hand shattered against the wall. Pieces scattered across the marble floor like her sanity. Her eyes were red and swollen, hair a mess as she sank to the cold ground, hugging her knees and rocking slightly.

“Sarah,” Mr. Williams said calmly, though the muscle in his jaw twitched. He hated seeing his only daughter like this. “You need to compose yourself. He’s already ...