Cherish Me, Daddy
Drew asked sharply, his voice a blade sliding across the table.
“No, I bring him there,” Marin said, the word barely a whisper.
I stepped forward, the cold stone under my boots sending a shock through my spine. “Start from the beginning,” I ordered, voice steady despite the inferno building inside me. “And choose your words carefully.”
Marin nodded, his shoulders sagging under the weight of a secret that had been bruising his conscience for days. “I was fishing late. The tide was rough but manageable. I saw something caught in the current. Thought it was debris. Then I realized it was a body.”