Barely thirty minutes later, the sound of a helicopter’s blades thundered above us. 

The rush of wind that came with its descent whipped at our clothes as we stepped out of the car, stinging my eyes, but I didn't flinch.

My boil was boiling from the thought of seeing Silas again. I didn't know what I would do if I set my eyes on him. Punch his guts? Ruin his face? 

You would say I shouldn't do that to my father, but that bastard has never been a father. He was merely an ...