Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t sleep. When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

Because some mistakes you have to keep paying for, forever.

Maybe they love their families. Love their pets. But that doesn’t stop them from being monsters when they get the chance. People are complicated.

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it’s too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn’t a barrier. It’s a challenge.

It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up. Memories are.