ODETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
They watched my son.
They let him talk. Let him smile. Let him feel safe.
That was their first mistake.
And it will be their last.
I used to believe that fear could protect you. That if you were careful enough—quiet enough, invisible enough—you could outrun the darkness.
I was wrong.
Fear doesn't protect you. Fear invites predators.
That's why I stopped being afraid a long time ago.
That's why I became Sable.
And if they want to resurrect a monster, I will show them what one really looks like.
The morning after Dalle told me about the man in the park, I stood outside his school and watched.
Not from the car. Not from the sidewalk.
I was across the street, on the roof of a cafe. Dressed in black. Hair pinned up beneath a beanie. The sniper scope in my bag wasn't needed yet, but I wanted them to know I still remembered how to use it.
