Chapter 11: The Quiet Coast
The journey north was long, stretching over several days. Each mile put more distance between me and the DeLuca estate, between me and the suffocating [more…]
The journey north was long, stretching over several days. Each mile put more distance between me and the DeLuca estate, between me and the suffocating [more…]
The day was overcast, a typical Maine autumn birthday. I sat alone in my small clinic office, the dim light from the window barely illuminating [more…]