Seed

by Ania Ahlborn

Arnold wasn’t anal; his father-in-law just had a constipated disposition.

“Don’t be scared, Mommy,” she said. “At least you still have Abigail.”

“I’ll do what I want with you,” she hissed. “And I’ll take your family too.”

But as long as the guy had access to a prescription pad, he’d keep his mouth shut and hope everything went according to plan.

Jack was starting to consider changing their last name from Winter to Manson.

“He’s here to play,” she told him. “He said you never finished the game.”

“If this affects Charlotte badly, you’ll be hearing from my lawyer—and I don’t have a lawyer, Mrs. Hutchins, but believe me when I say I’ll hire one. I’ll pay one just to help me dig your grave.”

“I ain’t never seen anyone, not anyone outrun the devil.”

She hadn’t whispered, “Because I love you.” She had whispered, “Because I can.”