Chapter 562

After the storm at the church, the wind over Ironbound City seemed to go still.

Sloane had been counting down the days on her fingers. By day seven, panic finally set in.

The one-week deadline she'd agreed to was almost up.

She'd been the one to set it — *next week, come with me to the appointment, and we'll settle this face to face.*

At the time, she'd only wanted to buy herself seven days. Seven