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He’d gone so far as to etch his name onto the weatherworn stone, nothing more than a thoughtless act of childhood vandalism. Jack stood paralyzed in front of his own grave.
if you believed in the devil, somewhere in the deepest fibers of your being you had to believe in God.
He knew, firsthand, that the devil was real; he’d seen it with his own two eyes. But he’d never seen God.
That was when he knew he would never tell her about his past, and he would never tell her that she was right about Charlie. He would never tell her because he’d never be allowed.
Aimee knowing was against the rules.
