The Fortress at the Graveside

Vanessa laughed sharply. “You’re delusional. Who would marry you?”

I didn’t answer.

I simply turned my head toward the front door.

At that exact moment, a heavy knock reverberated through the house.

Not polite.

Not tentative.

Authoritative.

Every head snapped in that direction.

I walked down the hallway, heels striking the hardwood with measured precision.continue reading …