“You can’t save me, Dad. No one can. I need to claw myself out of the abyss my mother threw me into.” “Don’t speak that name.” “Killing those men felt good, so good. Their pain took away some of my own.” Dad cupped my cheeks, searching my eyes as if he hoped to find the little daughter that he’d dressed in princess dresses. But that girl was dead, died many painful deaths to be reborn as something vile and vengeful.
