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Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
But comfort was the enemy. It’s when you feel the safest that you’re the most vulnerable. We’d learned that before. In our complacency, we realized evil lurks in the safe places, too. The quiet places. The moments of comfort. The places you feel like nothing could ever harm you. It waits. It watches. And, eventually, like it or not, it comes for you.
“But, if you go through with this, you know what else they’ll find,” I whispered, my voice the lowest it had been.
What the police found at the bottom of our community’s private lake, Lake Guinevere, would reveal the secret capable of destroying everything I knew and loved.
What if they didn’t know I’d been lying? If that was the case, why didn’t they want the lake searched? What did they know? What were they hiding?
Lake Guinevere held so many secrets for us all. How had I not realized that until just then?
If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe she truly was grieving his loss. Of course, I did know better. I just had to wait it out until she was done with the charade.
What are you supposed to say to honor someone who’s missing when you aren’t sad they're gone?
Except for Jude’s friendship with Ted and Enzo, it was as if no part of our past had ever happened.
Nothing would ever be okay as long as I held on to the final secret left in me. And I would. I had no choice. It was the final brick in the prison Ted had carefully constructed before he left me to die in it.
People surprise you in the worst ways and, at the end of the day, we’re all capable of doing monstrous things if it means protecting the people or things we care about most.
How much of my world would have to be torn apart before I realized that nothing was what I believed? Everyone had secrets, I couldn’t trust even those I considered my closest friends, and we had to protect ourselves.
What if we were all monsters deep down, after all?
Would you turn your own child in? Ask yourself that before you judge me.
Yes!! I would most definitely turn my child in if they committed a murder. I would do anything to help them, find out the reason, if an accident or intentional and get them the assistance they needed. If they did it once how do you know they wouldn’t kill again. They need to be held accountable for their actions. The more you cover up for them the more you enable them!!
They were ill-equipped, and I’d failed them. I’d failed them in so many ways—by staying with their father when I knew he was a bad influence, by not speaking up more often, and by disappearing when they needed me most.
You are failing them even more now! You allowed your husband and almost adult sons to treat you like garbage. You need deep psychological help and so do your sons.
It was as if the blindfold had finally been removed and I could see them for what they were. No longer misunderstood, they were monsters.
The way I see it, we’re all part monster. Some of us just hide it better than others.
