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Dr. McGowan and Mr. Barnes exchange a knowing look. “What?” Detective Sparks takes another step forward and looks me directly in the eyes. “She said Aiden deserved to die because he was a murderer.”
What the hell!?
There’s only one thing I know for sure—Aiden’s family can’t be trusted. We’re not in this tragedy together.
How is that possible? Nichole has walked three miles every morning for the last ten years. She even does it on vacation and when she’s sick, and her backyard is her personal sanctuary. And then it hits me like a sucker punch to the gut. What if Aiden or someone else was keeping her trapped inside? What if the fire was the only way for her to get out?
Mrs. Wheeler hasn’t shed a tear. Not this whole time. She didn’t react at all when the coroner officially pronounced her dead. Even one of the EMTs had tears in his eyes. She’s a kid. Kids aren’t supposed to die. All of it felt like a dream until they brought out the white sheet and covered her body.
Jesus christ
All the light’s been turned off in my world. I’m falling into a bottomless pit, swirling into soundless oblivion.
“Nichole is suffering from Capgras syndrome.” He says it like it’s two words—cap grass. “It’s a delusional misidentification syndrome where the patient believes a loved one or familiar person has been taken over by an imposter.
“Usually, a person with Capgras syndrome develops it as a defense mechanism to protect themselves or someone they love against information that might hurt them or their relationship in some way. You have to get to the root of what they’re defending against in order to resolve it.”
Because she was determined to make someone pay for hurting her son. Doesn’t he get that? People like the Fischers don’t do well when you mess with their lives, and I never should’ve underestimated them.
She hasn’t said anything to us about it since it happened. Not a word. She whistled while she made breakfast this morning like we weren’t going to the funeral of the girl who died on our farm. I always thought Veronica was the one I needed to be scared of, but maybe I’ve had it wrong all along.
