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I cradle a soft, chubby baby in my arms. I take a close look at its face and realize the baby is not mine. My baby is a chubby, cute boy—tho...

  A glint of sun cut between the slats and caught Amanda in the eye. Woken by Vincenzo’s operatic snoring, she sat up and smoothed her dress...

It all began when John was 8. He was hiding in a cupboard, motionless and silent, when the door opened. His father looked straight ahead a...

  Victor always watched.             Some called him a guardian angel. Some called him a stalker. No nickname stopped him from hovering ab...