Cecil Terwilliger Novels & Stories

Shane walks over to him and grabs hold of the knife that is still in his leg "Do you need some help with remembering those names, doc?" A whimper leaves the doc's mouth, and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't a satisfying sound. "I've got plenty of silver over here if you do, doc," Will says from across the room. "No, no, I will remember, I just need a minute." He may be cooked, but it seems he can make some good choices.

Instead, I sat still, a statue carved out of tension, my eyes fixed on my plate. When the meal finally ended, I pushed my chair back and stood, desperate to escape. But before I could leave, Gerald’s voice stopped me again. "Silas, a moment." I clenched my jaw but nodded. "Sure." Gerald pulled me aside, his face serious. "I know this situation is... unique," he began, his voice low, "but Kendall and I are building something here. I need you to respect that. Whatever happened before... leave it behind."