PART 13 Richard Santos stared at the tiny brass key resting in the center of the table. Freedom. For twelve years, that word had existed only in his memories…………
Now it lay only inches from his hand. Yet he didn’t reach for it immediately. He looked toward the closed door through which the woman had disappeared. Her footsteps faded …
PART 13 Richard Santos stared at the tiny brass key resting in the center of the table. Freedom. For twelve years, that word had existed only in his memories………… Read More