Chapter 13: The List

She wouldn't let go of my hand in the ambulance. I let her hold it. I want that on the record, because I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't. At the hospital my father came down the corridor at a dead run and stopped six feet short of us, like there was glass in the air. He looked at my mother. He looked at me. "Go on," I said. "She's yours." He caught her. Held onto her. And over her shoulder he looked at me with an expression I have never once seen on Dorian Voss's face. "Wren," he said. "Thank...