Part 1 The first time my father ever told me to be quiet, I was seven years old and crying because Lucas had broken my science fair volcano on purpose. Dad didn't even look up from the newspaper. H…
Part 1 The sound came first. A hard, bright shatter cracked through the hallway, and for a split second I thought someone had fired a gun inside the house. Tiny shards of glass rained against the wal…
