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The Scream of Silence: The Little Things That Kill Series
The Scream of Silence: The Little Things That Kill Series
The Scream of Silence: The Little Things That Kill Series
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The Scream of Silence: The Little Things That Kill Series

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She had secretly wanted the baby to die, but Fate never sided with her until twenty-three years later, when Destiny Childs got her wish.

 

Broken, middle-aged Destiny daily struggles to survive her haunting past. Dead parents. Unplanned teen pregnancy. Cyclic addiction and depression. Life hasn't treated her kindly. Then one day she sees the name of her castaway daughter on the news: a victim of murder.

 

Seeing this as an opportunity to extort the rich family her daughter left behind, Destiny crafts a plan. But as all her plans go, it loosens a mess of secrets long buried, along with the truth behind the murder.

 

In this haunting murder mystery short story, discover the gruesomely intimate stranger harbored within Destiny... one who may lurk within any one of us.

 

This riveting prequel to the international bestselling thriller The Art of Fear unravels the darkest depths of human nature. A chilling tale consumed in under an hour, but not so quickly forgotten.

 

The Scream of Silence originally appeared in Reader's Circle of Avenue Park's Crooked Tales anthology but is now published for the first time as a standalone short story.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 20, 2017
ISBN9781940662107
The Scream of Silence: The Little Things That Kill Series

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    The Scream of Silence - Pamela Crane

    Part 1

    Monday

    I came into this life kicking and screaming, and I haven’t stopped since. But a blinking moment is sometimes the only chance we get to turn life around. One opportunity, one shot at redemption. Unfortunately, I had missed my chance... 

    Her face was contorted in a soundless scream, her skin a sickly marlin blue. My heart caught momentarily, but not in the same fear-struck manner that laboring mothers feel at the sound of nothingness immediately after birth. For me the silence was the gift of relief. Then a breath later her piercing wail shattered that hope.

    The wriggling limbs. The squirming body. A sharp cry.

    I couldn’t tell you what I ate for dinner last night, but twenty-three years later I remember that day in excruciating detail. 2:03 a.m., a precise ticking of the clock’s hand that announced an event that would never touch me, yet always haunt me, like prickling fingers running across my naked skin. Fingers that would never let go.

    She was a tiny, bald, pinkish creature—all 6 pounds 4 ounces of her. Eyes an iconic Indiglo blue, like her mama’s. 

    Baby Girl Childs.

    That was her name, at least according to the flap of paper taped to the transparent plastic bin that the nurses called a bassinet.

    The daughter of unwedded, unwanted teenager Destiny Childs. And yes, that’s my real name. The famous R&B girl group of the 1990s was not yet a twinkle in their producer’s eye when my parents named me upon the advice of a fortune cookie: Your destiny will be what you make it. I could imagine it now...

    My mother, her overhanging belly quivering as tiny feet slithered beneath her taut skin, in a grimy Chinese takeout booth, cuddling in the crook of my dirt-poor father’s armpit. His fingers callused and grimy with construction work labor as they discuss baby names over kung pao chicken. Then suddenly the answer wrapped in a stale but edible pocket: Destiny.

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