CHAPTER 1 — The Egg on the Windshield
The egg hit Graham West’s windshield at the exact moment the traffic light turned green.
It exploded with a sharp wet crack, yolk and white spreading across the glass in a yellow smear. For half a second, the city seemed to freeze.
Then chaos.
Tires screeched. A cyclist swerved. A woman outside a coffee shop gasped. The luxury SUV slammed to a stop in downtown Lexington.
Graham stepped out.
Fifty-two. Controlled. Powerful. Furious.
Ten feet away stood a boy.
Thin. Thirteen. Shaking—but not running.
“You abandoned us. She’s sick. She needs help.”
A photograph is pulled out.
A young Graham. A woman in a yellow dress. A baby wrapped in blue.
Graham’s hands begin to shake.
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“Clara… where is she?”
Then he collapses.
