Sydney

Four Months Later

Dad’s orrery clicks and spins, the internal gears grinding against the soft patter of winter rain on the windows. I watch the strange tangle of metal for another few minutes, tucking my hands in the pockets of my old leather jacket before taking a breath and walking toward the stairs.

It’s only 8:00 A.M. The sun barely crests the snow-capped mountains in the distance when I reach the main foyer. Maids and workers rush past me with courteous bobs of their heads.

The world keeps spinning and spinning.

A flash of memory clouds my vision. I watch Gabriel drag his knife across Evander’s throat. Kenna’s scream...