I laughed when a barefoot girl entered the luxury restaurant, saying, “I’ll heal your son for a plate of food.” But when she touched him, my son gasped, “Dad, my legs feel warm!” I fell to my knees, trembling in horror, because as she smiled, she whispered a dark secret only my dead wife knew…
Chapter 1: The Currency of Failure It was a suffocating Tuesday afternoon. The kind of day where the heat pressed against the glass of the skyscrapers, trapping the city in a humid terrarium. I was sitting inside L’Écume, one of the most exorbitantly priced culinary sanctuaries near the waterfront. The ambiance was meticulously engineered to…