The Intruder

by Freida McFadden

But I don’t have a therapist. And that’s why. My gut instinct telling me not to get too close to the man in the cabin down the road is better than the advice of any quack.

What can I say? I am a sucker for child abusers getting what they deserve.

He closes the door and goes back to Nell. I hope that he lets her sleep a little longer. Because when he wakes her up and tells her that her mother is dead, her childhood will be over.

Miss you, Dad.