No Place For A Hero Novels & Stories

Charlie took blow after blow. It felt like an invisible pair of hands were wrapped around his heart, squeezing tighter and tighter until he couldn’t breathe. He moved like a broken, robotic machine, frantically searching for any way to contact me—calling, messaging, checking every platform. There was nothing. No trace. No clue. He couldn’t understand why I’d leave him without a reason. Charlie collapsed to the floor like a helpless child. He hugged his head and sobbed, completely falling apart.

Using forged documents to bully the child of a fallen hero in public? [Wouldn't be surprised if Tyler Brooks bought his scores.] [Investigate this! Go all the way!] Dad listened from his hospital bed and was quiet for a long moment. "Emily… I'm sorry your mom and I couldn't do anything to help you…" I took the porridge bowl and set it aside. "Dad, you and Mom have already done more than enough for me. This was the only way I could get the whole country to pay attention—to force the people behind this out of the shadows.