Excerpt from Chapter 14

Published June 26, 2018

1956

James Anderson didn’t have many friends or family he was close to. He never
shared his feelings about his wife with anyone.

He thought Elise was content. She smiled in the mornings, sang her
favorite songs with great joy, and danced while doing house chores. He
thought his life with Elise was too good to be true. He worried when there
was nothing to worry about. A dark cloud was always hovering over him; a
sense of doom consumed him. Many nights he had nightmares—fragments
of chaos or people screaming that he would erase from his mind quickly after
awakening.