C88 Close One

William

A gust of cold air hit my face, compelling me to inhale sharply, while wriggling my nostrils, fighting the strong urge to sneeze.

I watched as Caleb reached out towards my dear daughter Issahil, a knife in his hand. He took her hand from mine and made a small cut on her palm with it.

For some reason I flinched when she did. He brought the burning clay pot closer to her