Chapter 18
The day they moved, Atlanta was drowning in drizzle.
Not heavy rain. More like mist. The kind that barely touched the windshield—wipers only needed to sweep every few minutes.
Viktor drove the black Cadillac. His mother Anna sat in the passenger seat. Neither of them said much.
In the back, Mari...
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