Chapter 68 Destroying Them Slowly

• When Denny Cross opened the front door to his house that night, it was like his life split into two—before and after. His son, David Cross, wasn't whole anymore.
• "What... the hell...?" he choked out, voice cracking.
• The porch lights shined down on David’s pale face, his lips were turning blue, and his legs—God—his legs were bent at angles no human body should ever be. No screaming, no crying for help. Just pure silence... and that blank stare. The stare of someone who wasn’t even really there anymore.