False Witness

by Karin Slaughter

Walter’s one abiding complaint about her was the very quality that made Leigh a survivor. Her personality changed depending on who was in front of her.

Everyone got a different piece of her, but nobody got the whole.

That was how it was with abusive parents. They only remembered the good times and you only remembered the bad.

The mansions that rolled by were breathtaking—not in their beauty, but in their audacity. Leigh could never live in a house where it took more than thirty seconds to lay eyes on her child.

Big mood

They had both been children. They had both been victims. All she could do was go back to where she started. “I’m sorry.” “You can’t be sorry for something that you couldn’t control. Don’t you get that?” Leigh shook her head, but part of her desperately wanted to believe what Callie was saying was true. “I want you to hear me,” Callie said. “If this is the guilt you’ve been carrying around for your entire adult life, then set it the fuck down, because it doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to him.”