The Price of Resurrection

Special Chapter: Myra Vance

They led me to her body. I tore the sheet open. There she was. My Kiera. Cold and blue. I felt tears forming again. I asked if I could have some time alone with my daughter.

I tried to touch her. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I broke down crying.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "This is my fucking fault."

The tears burned down my cheeks. I stared at her lifeless face,