The Good Lie

by A.R. Torre

Losing a child was like losing a limb. You were reminded of it every time you moved, until the consistent adjustments to life became a permanent part of you.

Even with the heavy door between them, even with his voice muffled, she would swear that he’d been begging someone to call him back.

“Unless he’s the real killer,” she pointed out.

He wasn’t safe here in the house, and he wasn’t safe out there, and life had been so much easier when she was blissfully unaware of that.

Robert Kavin was hiding something.

“Why’d you tell us that you escaped? Why didn’t you just tell us that he let you go?”

“Just take it. Please. I don’t want to be that guy who leaves everything to his goldfish.”

“The day before I killed him.”

Morally, he was fine with being the BH Killer. Enjoyed it, if I had to guess. But his dark thoughts turning to Brooke . . . that scared him. That’s why he came to me. I just didn’t realize what I was dealing with.”