Renee
I’d never been to Wilson’s house before. He lived in a maisonette on pack property, just down the road from the main lodge. The small conjoined units provided housing for the security teams and other staff that worked on the pack lands. Wilson’s yuppy mobile was parked out in front of unit 6. The front door looked identical to every other door along the line. There were no flowers in the window box, or friendly welcome signs hung over the door. I reached out a finger and stabbed the doorbell button, trying to appear confident. But inside I kept repeating a plea over and over in my head.
Please don’t send me away. Please don’t reject me tonight.
My father had flown in to sit beside Olivia’s bedside. Her skin had a grayish pallor, and despite the machines that were faithfu
