The Price of Disrespect

Silas went sheet-white, as though every drop of blood had abandoned his face in the blink of an eye.

Parents. If Sloane were truly his sister, then somewhere out there, he must have had parents.

Yet she spoke of paying respects, of graves.

Does that mean they were already gone? A sharp, inexplicable pain squeezed his heart, each throb urging him toward a truth he could not remember.

“Where... are