“What’s your name, little boy?” The policewoman crouching in front of Caelan was smiling at him, but it was a fake smile. Caelan was good at reading faces. “I’m Caelan.” He said, shortly, expression utterly calm. “Well, Caelan. You don’t have to worry about a thing. We’re going to take good care ofContinue reading “My Brother Needs Me”
