“Jana...?” Araneae asked, more terror in her brown suede eyes than I wanted to see.

I was sure she was imagining horrible things—and more than likely they didn’t even come close to the horror of the reality. I inhaled. “Not my story to tell.”

“Oh my God, Sterling, that makes sense. She was so young when you employed her...Oh my.”

I reached for Araneae’s hand and pulled it to my lips, kissing the tip of her Band-Aid. “Sunshine, she doesn’t ...