The Falling Hour

Summary

On the day we honored my father’s memory, my wife’s childhood sweetheart "accidentally" pushed my mother off a cliff. Her scream echoed before vanishing—no body was found.

Grief-stricken, I reached for my phone, but Seraphina stopped me, gripping our son Leo by the throat.

"Take the blame," she hissed. "A few years in prison won’t kill you. But Adrian? He’s a lawyer—he can’t have a record."

She dangled Leo over the cliff, his small body bruised. "Choose: confess or I drop him."

I confessed.