BOOK3: CHAPTER 13-ELAINE-Shame doesn’t begin to describe what I felt as I dragged myself back home, thinking about the mess I’d just created. Everything I knew about Duncan turned out to be false. A carefully constructed illusion in my mind built from fear, from past ghosts that had long been bur
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 12-ELAINE-What kind of monster makes a child so scared she hides in her room? Everything snapped into place. His quiet, brooding demeanor. The way Amelia flinched sometimes when his voice got loud. The bruises I noticed during her last check-up—the ones she insisted happened at ba
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 11-DUNCAN- Eliane. I don't trust her. I can say that I loathe her. She pokes into my business a lot, Most especially, my kids, particularly, Amelia. She's a little obsessed with my daughter. There's something suspicious about her. There's something off about her— too curious a
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 10 -ELAINE- I am fucking doomed. I tried to move the moment I heard Duncan’s footsteps but my ankle screamed in protest with every step. Each throb was a fiery pulse that reminded me that I had failed, again. I found a place to hide. I ducked behind some not-so-huge rocks, just
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 9 -ELAINE- By the time I got back home, I was officially convinced that Duncan hated my guts. But the feeling was mutual. He had not said it outright but seeing what he did today by almost getting me caught, the concealed glares and the constant air of suspicion. He might as wel
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 8 -ELAINE- I handed some fruit to Duncan with the same forced politeness I practiced in the mirror this morning. He looked at me as if I had just offered him poison. “You should have fruits, you know, it's good for the body. Just a doctor's advice.” I said to him, still extending