The Intruder

by Freida McFadden

I would have done anything for those kids. Except that’s what got me into trouble.

I can’t even pretend that it could be a bunny…or a bunny and a deer cuddling together.

Cute

“What color are his eyes?” “Blue.” “Are they soulful?”

There have been a lot of ominous sounds coming from outside since the storm started, but none of them have seemed quite as immediate as that scraping sound. It sounds like the outside is clawing its way in.

I believe that bad people always get what’s coming to them.

A fresh wave of resentment toward my mother washes over me. There are days when I feel regret over what I did, but that vanishes in an instant—I should have done it sooner.

When someone deserves bad things, he says, it’s sometimes up to you to dispense justice.

“it’s just my opinion, but anyone who could do what that woman did to a little girl doesn’t deserve to be alive.”

There’s nothing more important than family.