Shattering The Fake Angel

Summary

This is the story of how I found my daughter—and how I tore down the world that tried to replace her.

I found her through a glitch in the universe. I call them "The Whispers." They appear as glowing, translucent lines of text hovering in my peripheral vision, like a live-stream chat from a world I shouldn't be able to see.

When the Whispers told me where my daughter was, after eighteen years of dead ends, I found her in the middle of a street brawl behind a dive bar in Jersey. Her hair was a jagged mess of neon pink and electric blue. Eighteen tattoos crawled up her arms like armor.