Imaginary Strangers (Dangerous Strangers, #1)

by Minka Kent

all over town. I punch the button again. If someone chooses to exit your life, you shouldn’t stalk them—you should thank them. They did you a favor. Why more people don’t realize this is beyond me. I’ve never understood the idea of longing

YEs a blesskng in dguise

betrayed you? Taking back your power? Living your best life as a middle finger to an ex?

Its the best revenge

Between the two of them, they’ve got to be convinced I’m losing my mind, and they’d have every right to think that given how preoccupied I’ve been lately and their lack of context.

And from one independent woman to another, you have to stop and rest every once in a while. If not for yourself, then for your family. What good is a mother if she’s only doling out scraps of herself?”

This plant might manipulate its prey in the wild, but under my roof, it can’t manipulate me.

Oftentimes, the relationships we grow up watching become a frame of reference for the relationships we enter as adults.”

bounced back so easily after Alyssa, but with Avery, it’s like I’ve been trying to lose the last twenty pounds of baby weight for four years and it just won’t budge. Or I’ll lose and

Pulling out the chair next to her, she says, “I think it’s time we had a talk.”

Oh goidneas

Giving her scarf a good, hard pull, she says, “You need help, Camille. Professional help. If you stalk me again, I’m calling the police. Don’t let it come to that. Please. For your kids.” With that, Imogen is gone. And I can’t help but wonder if her last line was a threat . . . or a promise?

Is imoge actuakky not her mother o isshe tryun ti play as thkuh she dosnyknow caille but actuakky is hrmother

“Like I said, I questioned other staff members,” she says. “And I’ve never had a complaint from any other parents. In fact, everyone who has encountered Imogen has had nothing but wonderful things to say about her. Given her stellar reputation, it’s a little odd that she would zero in on your daughter, don’t you think? And why risk her job? Why risk future jobs all so she can share

Ugh so frustrating

amalgamation

The thought of lunging at him, kneeing and clawing and destroying his perfect face and the hands that have so lovingly held mine more times than I could possibly count, floods my mind.

Oh my

“She’s a good mother. Worrying is what all good mothers do,”

I don’t trust myself to sleep beside him tonight. The darkest thoughts haven’t started—yet. But if I remain beside him another minute longer, it’s only a matter of time before they do.

The idea of them blaming this on me is infuriating, but I’m too focused on my daughter to

then. Georgiana told me her name was Gabrielle,” she says. “She handed me this piece of paper with a phone number on it. In fact, it should be sitting on the counter in the kitchen, right where I left it.”

“So you wanted me to think Imogen kidnapped my children . . . so I’d snap . . . so Will would think I’ve lost my

I am, after all, a product of the woman who raised me. I know all her tricks—and then some. I’ll be ready and waiting.

What does it truly mean to be human if not to be flawed, complex, and occasionally, morally ambiguous?