Chapter 57 Extended Epilogue

Sometimes I see him-his face in the darkness of the open closet or the blur of trees as we drive by. I wish I believed myself when I mutter that it's just my head conjuring such things from nothing. I wish my father wasn't capable of things beyond my imagination.

It's been a year since I escaped my father and became a shifter. I thought that would

                         

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