Torn

Swirling black descends like ravens, large enough to block the glow of the streetlights. A dull roar starts like a train on the 'L', a far-away rumbling that grows louder as it pulls closer, until it's directly overhead and you feel it in your chest, except this doesn't pass you by. Verity, white-faced and eyes blazing, shouts through the din, ""Run, Mo!""

Mo Fitzgerald knows about secrets. But when she witnesses her best friend's murder, she discov...