Heather. What’s your name?” He noticed his hands were trembling. “Martin,” he whispered. “I have to go. ... Mommy will be mad at me.” Heather started down the asphalt path toward the great iron gates at the ... her skip away. That night, tossing in his bed, he tried to convince himself that Heather might serve ...

Daddy?" Heather, her older sister, mouthed the words, carefully not looking at their father at the end of ... the long table, who sat forking up the last of the apple pie from the pie tin. Heather ...