Rebecca Zanetti - Forgotten Sins

I love the acknowledgments page in a book because thanking people makes me happy; yet it adds some stress in case Ive forgotten anyone. If I have, I truly apologize. Many people worked hard to make this book happen, and I am very grateful.

First, a big thank-you to my husband, Big Tone. People ask all the time how an author with a day job and kids gets everything done, and I tell them its because Im married to you. You get things done. Even before I sold my first book, when writing just took time away from activities, you encouraged me to give it a shot. Thank you.

To my kids, Gabe and Karly, thank you for the support, for the laughs, and for the fun. Youre the best kids on earth, and I love you.

To my talented agent, Caitlin Blasdell, thank you for protecting, guiding, and enhancing my career. The edits you send always make the book so much stronger. Youre the calm in a wild industry, and I appreciate you so much! Thank you to Liza Dawson for teaching me to set the scene, to Havis Dawson for his expert editing advice, and to Hannah Bowman for character insights. The Dawson gang truly rocks.

To my amazing editor, Michele Bidelspach, thank you for the fantastic, detailed edits for this book. I think we reached a depth with the characters that readers will love, and thats from your expertise. Ive really enjoyed working with you and hope we have many books to come. Thank you to everyone at Grand Central Publishing who has worked so hard on getting this book to readers.

Thank you to Kelly Mueller at Books-n-Kisses for your friendship and support, and thank you to Bonnie Paulson, Tina Jacobson, and Asa Bradley for answering quick questions about grammar and logic and for your friendship. Also, thank you to Carla Gallway for your hard work.

Thank you to the Lethal Ladies Critique Group for the wisdom and fun, to my FB street team for the encouragement and laughs, and to my local RWA Group, IECRWA, for the support and good times.

And as always, thank you to my constant support system: Gail and Jim English, Debbie and Travis Smith, Stephanie and Donald West, Brandie and Mike Chapman, Jessica and Jonah Namson, and Kathy and Herb Zanetti.

Southern Tennessee Hills

Twenty Years Ago

Shane settled against the cold block wall, engrossed in the television set across the room but forcing himself periodically to glance outside the darkened window. The second dawn hit, he and his brothers had to flee the computer center. Their current transgression was punishable by beating or confinement. Probably both.

But a night spent watching a marathon of the show featuring a family living in the city was well worth the risk and provided an insight into a world he had only dreamed about. Breaking into the private room housing the television had been almost too easy. It surprised him the soldiers taught them stealth and surveillance but didnt expect them to use the skills.

A boom sounded in the distanceprobably from a coal mine hours away. Just to double-check, he lifted his head and used his special hearing to make sure they were safe. A wolf prowled a mile or so away, and prey scattered. No humans breathed nearby. Well, none other than his three brothers while they watched the show. The eighth episode wound down to cheerful music and a happy ending.

Whats a family? Jory, his youngest brother, asked.

Shane forced a shrug. I think a family is people who live together.

So were family? Jorys voice cracked.

Shane nodded, his shoulders straightening. Yeah, were family.

Whats a mom? Jory scratched his head.

I guess its that lady there. Shane pointed at the woman on the screen.

She looks Matt, the oldest of them all, said thoughtfully, soft.

They all nodded.

How come we dont have moms or ladies here? Jory asked.

Shane shrugged again. He probably didnt deserve a mom, but Jory did. Why didnt Jory get a mom? Maybe soldiers dont get moms.

Oh. Jory turned back to the screen. She looks nice.

Yeah. The soft lady had looked nice.

Nathan jumped up. Its time to gosuns out. As the second oldest, Nathan usually kept a close eye on Jory and Shane, while Matt spent his time training them to survive.

Shane stood and reached down to help Jory up.

He yanked back. I want to stay.

Now, Jory. Matt slid the door open a sliver to peer outside. Theyre already starting hand-to-hand.

Jory stood and brushed off his pants. Fine.

Follow me, and dont look guilty. Matt headed into the chilly dawn, followed by Nathan.

Shane waited until Jory was clear before shutting the door and hustling over to train with Nathan. All around them, boys engaged in mock-fighting. His brother kicked him in the stomach, and he allowed the pain to disappear before punching Nate in the jaw.

The sun angled through the trees when Commander Phillips strode onto the practice area followed by two soldiers who pulled behind them a short, dirty man. Grease and debris littered the mans long dark hair and beard. The prisoners hands were bound behind his back, and he furiously begged in a language Shane hadnt learned yet. The mans bare feet dragged in the dirt, leaving clear tracks. His blood made a swishing sound as it shot through his veins too quickly. Lung tissue crackled as his breath panted out.

Terror had a sound.

Soldiers. The commander called them to attention.

They quickly moved into formation. The commander was straight and sure, his hair cut in a short buzz. His eyes were a deep, dark black. Shane always tried to concentrate on something else when facing the commander, sure that getting lost in those black depths would mean death. He knew it somehow.

He and the other boys watched impassively as a soldier forced the prisoner to his knees.

Youve been studying anatomy and pressure points for a month now, the commander said. Today we concentrate on the swiftest and most economical way to break someones neck.

The live demonstrations always made Shanes head pound. Did the prisoner know he was about to die? Probably. Shane steeled his spine just in case it was his turn. Please dont let it be his turn.

The commander paused and then called out, Cadet Shane.

As Shane moved forward to stand by the prisoner, Matt began to shift from his place in formation, reaching for the knife sheathed at his calf. Shane subtly shook his head. Even if Matt somehow stabbed the commander so they could run, they didnt have anywhere to go. The commander would always find them.

Matt stood down, his entire body tense. As the oldest of the brothers, he considered it his duty to protect them somehow. Their identical gray eyes met, Matts hot and desperate. Shane tried to shrug, but his shoulders shook instead. His gut hurt.

Hopefully he wouldnt lose his mind for a few days like Matt had when it had been his turn. Shane understood this was another part of his traininghe was old enough to kill now.

He had just turned ten.

Present Day

Josies heels clicked in rapid staccato against the well-worn tiles, the smell of bleach making her stomach cramp. Her mind spun. How could this be happening? It must be some sort of trick.

Someone had taped smiling pumpkins along the hospital walls to celebrate the month of October. Something about their jagged teeth against the dim walls creeped her out. Even as an adult, the sense of helplessness shed felt as a child in the hospital caused her body to tense and brace to flee from the antiseptic smells.