Author: cuongtr

“Don’t drink that, Mr. Whitmore.” Nine-year-old Abby Cole closed both hands around Grant Whitmore’s wrist just as the black crystal glass reached his mouth. The…

“Daddy, it tastes like pennies.” Those were the last words six-year-old Lily Whitmore spoke before her birthday glass slipped through her fingers. The lemonade struck…

“Don’t get in the car.” The voice was so small that Dominic Whitmore almost mistook it for the rustle of the curtains behind him. Then…

“Throw them away.” Grant Holloway did not raise his voice. He never needed to. The four security guards surrounding the marble lobby heard him clearly,…

“Don’t touch the food,” I said. Ethan Caldwell stopped in the kitchen doorway with a white towel hanging around his neck. Water still shone on…

The little girl reached toward a plate that did not belong to her. Her fingers closed around one cold French fry left behind by a…

“Mommy, why does that man have my eyes?” The little girl’s question cut through the Christmas music drifting across Fifth Avenue. Ethan Caldwell stopped beneath…

“Take her.” My father said those two words without looking at me. He kept his eyes on the whiskey bottle between his hands while three…

“I’ll wash your feet, Mr. Blackwood, and then you’ll walk again.” The laughter began near the fireplace. It moved through the library one person at…