VOLUME 2: WOLF GIRL AND THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
Five years ago….
"Where have you been, Cathy?" asked Roy, her husband. Rage boiled under the surface as he glared at me with cold, dead eyes.
"At work," I answered nervously, carrying a bag of groceries into the house, then gingerly shut the door of our mobile home with a sigh. So, it was going to be one of those nights again, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, Roy slammed down his beer bottle hard on the wooden coffee table. Beer splattered over the brim as the trailer shook. I jumped, taking a step back. "I called and you weren't there!" His dead, brown eyes reflected the fire burning brightly within the fireplace.
