The tiny foot in the photo was red and wrinkled, the way a newborn’s foot looks.Winter didn’t know much about babies. Especially not after what happened a year ago. Since then, she had avoided anything to do with babies, even photos and videos. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this little foot looked unusually small.Why would a photo like this be in Chris’s room? Was it his, from when he was a baby?She flipped the photo over.On the back, there was only one character, written in bold, forceful strokes.Xander.Nothing else.She turned it back around and stared at the tiny foot again. General nudged his big head closer, copying her, and let out a low, uneasy whine.Outside, the rain had eased up. The estate was an older house with deep window ledges. When the wind blew, raindrops tapped the glass with a soft, restless patter.The door creaked.Then it shut with a thud.General whirled toward the doorway and barked.A tall shadow stood just inside, where the ligh
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