The Boyfriend

by Freida McFadden

And I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.

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I genuinely feel like you are the perfect woman.”

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“They’re kind of flabby.”

I wonder what it’s like to cut into a person with a scalpel. To feel their skin separate under my hand. To see their insides.

Except the only people who know about that are me and her. And now just me.

I’m glad she said that, because I have no intention of ever having dinner with the Driscoll family. Even though I think about Daisy every moment of every day, I don’t want to get to know Daisy’s parents. I don’t want to spend time with them. Especially not her father. I’ll be happy if Daisy’s father and I never have a conversation again for the rest of my life. After all, the less time I spend with the chief of police, the better.