The Voice Without Warmth
Language: en
I had the girl trying to worm her way into my husband’s bed committed to a psychiatric hospital. That night, Damien lost his mind. He strapped our son to the landing gear of a helicopter. The aircraft circled three hundred feet in the air. His ultimatum crackled through the intercom. “Elara, get her out of there, right now. Unharmed.” “For every hair on her head that's out of place, I'll cut off one of your son's fingers and drop it down to you as a gift.” I fell to my knees on the helipad, my heart twisting in agony as I watched the tiny, dangling figure above. “Damien, are you insane?…