It Ends with Her

by Brianna Labuskes

She looked at the photo again and wished she’d bought that six-pack.

Clarke is definitely Addie. I think Sam likes Clarke. Bess is definitely the next victim. I am reading rn to stop myself from crying.

He smiled at her, and at this distance he was back to being a nondescript white dude. “Simon. My name is Simon.”

Adelaide held her breath as Simon crouched closer to the babbling stream that ran behind the Crosses’ house, his nose almost touching the water, his knees sinking into the soft clay banks.

When Bess tried to suck in air, though, she couldn’t. Her mouth was duct-taped. Why was her mouth duct-taped?

And just as the voice reached Bess’s ears, the door at the top of the stairs swung open.

So, Clarke and Simon were adopted by the crosses. Simon is the killer and he knows Clarke is trying to catch him. What if Simon is killing women with similarities to Clarke? I did end up crying.

“Do me a favor?” Sam’s eyes were already devouring the first clue while he handed her the second. “Put a pot of coffee on. Doesn’t look like either of us is getting any sleep tonight.”

1.My Tummy Hurt 2. This Book Is 'Giving Silence Of The Lambs'

“Anna,” Bess said softly. She didn’t want to hope. But she couldn’t help it. “Did you get it?” She saw a flash of teeth in the darkness and heard the smile in the girl’s voice. “Yes.”

“Oh, I don’t need you going anywhere, Thomas,” Simon said, stepping into the kitchen from the shadows just beyond the doorway. “You’re actually right where I want you.”

Simon is icky and i hate him.

All she saw was the end.

This she could handle. Even doubt was preferable to silence.

The blow still hurt, though. As much as it could with all of his pain sensors blitzing from the open wounds in his neck.

A man’s smile. The same smile in that picture.

It’s going to end now, Simon. One way or another. She was either going to send him to hell or take him there with her.

I kind of want to scream, for two reasons: 1. Clarke is so close to catching Simon and this has been a quick read. 2. My tummy hurt

Don’t lose it, she told herself. Don’t lose the fight. Don’t retreat and cower and become the girl who shut up just because someone told you to.

It took strength to survive.

Don’t lose the fight. Don’t let the fear take hold.

Don’t lose the will to fight. The will to survive.

“Ah now, haven’t we grown out of such games, Adelaide?”

No. No. No. No. It was a plea. A prayer. A mantra.

His tears fell gently into her hair.

She had absolutely no reason to believe him. But she did anyway.

“I don’t smoke,” Clarke said, her voice rough from disuse. Bess smiled back at her, a ghost of what it must have been at some point in her life. “Me neither.”

She looked over at him and found him watching her back. She smiled, a rare thing these days. “I don’t know.”

This book is an easy four out of five stars and took me an hour to read. I liked that Bess wasnt a push over and i am sad Sam died