The Prey

My father was alive.

Double-personality disorder.

I didn’t know how to grasp that.

It sat in my mind like an unthawed piece of glass. It didn’t make sense, yet at the same time, it did. The police officer—he had mentioned something. A hint of it. A whisper I’d ignored because the truth had never been mine to hold.

Shit.

I didn’t know how I should feel. If I should feel anything at all.

Before Judas could say something, or tighten his arms around me and console me, the door swung open.

Kyle stepped inside with his tense eyes flickered between me and Judas, who sat like a king...