Millson dabbed the corners of the storyboard. Yet again, the glue was peeking out around the corners. He’d have to ask Renna to clean it up for him, and that would cost him another few days of snide comments and judgment. No matter, though, because this, he felt, was his finest work yet. An advertisement […]
Lizzy felt paranoid. Like something was following her, something big. But her hearing was extra sensitive lately, and she smelled only herself and the few snoozing squirrels in the surrounding forest. There was no one else around, she was certain.
There was a list, and Fiona had to follow it. It was a short list, but checking off each item pushed a weight down on her shoulders, drew tears to her eyes. But without the list, her son would die. And every day, she reminded herself that his life was in her hands.