I've always known Jack was different. Ever since he was eight years old and he killed his father. He was protecting me, just like I've always protected him.But now he's eighteen and this time he's gone too far. Steve is dead. He was a good man, and god, we could have been really great together - but now he's bleeding out on our kitchen table.I must keep my boy safe. No one can ever know what he's done. What he's capable of. But Jack's got a taste for killing. And I won't let him get caught.I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe, keep him with me. Even if it means becoming a monster myself.What would you do if your only son was a killer? How far would you go?