Behind Closed Doors

by B.A. Paris

‘Do you really think I’m going to let Millie come anywhere near this house?’ I cried. ‘Or you anywhere near her?’

This is so dumb. Why is she still threatening him as if she's had an control since this started

he said, sounding bored.

Same

‘Then you had better get painting. If you destroy this photograph, or deface it in any way, Millie will pay. If you don’t reproduce it on canvas, or pretend that you are unable to, Millie will pay. I will check daily to see how you’re progressing and, if I decide you are working too slowly, Millie will pay. And, when you’ve finished, you will paint another, and another, and another, until I decide I have enough.’

This book SUCKS

‘Pretend?’ ‘Yes. I pretend can’t sleep.’ I look at her, perplexed. ‘Why?’ She closes my hand over the tissue. ‘For you, Grace.’

Cmon grace is that naive?

Frightened of where the conversation is going and conscious of Jack waiting, I fold the pills back into the tissue. ‘I think we should flush these down the loo, Millie.’

OMG WHAT AN IDIOT

‘Grace stupid!’ Millie says furiously,

‘I doubt very much that they will and anyway, maybe she’ll have given up and died before then. Although I hope not—it would be most inconvenient if she only managed to last a few months after all the trouble I’ve gone to.’

Why doesnt he just kidnap people? Would be easier

‘Please, Jack, no,’ I plead. ‘I do so love it when you beg,’ he sighs, ‘especially as it has the opposite effect that it’s meant to.

Two dummies