Sasha. I sit in the chair beside Sasha’s bed. She sleeps soundly, her long hair spilling across her face, hiding eyes the lightest blue. “We were friends once,” I whisper.
"Do you believe in evil, Father?" Maxwell leans forward to match her stare. "I do."
“Thomas, look you know it wasn’t my idea"” I cut him off. “Have you ever tasted dirt, Taylor? It’s not pleasant.”
"I can hear you breathing.” The Tall Man remains silent, hidden by shadows that lie beyond the lamp's reach. “Whatever you’ve come to say or do, say or do it.”