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“The Portland Dresser held you captive for forty-eight hours in an abandoned cabin.”
The majority of my time was spent in a pink silk gown, my hair being brushed, while Harold Holmes—aka “The Portland Dresser”—told me all the ways he was going to dress me up and make my corpse beautiful.
And to be honest, I’m not afraid of death. I’m afraid of forgetting how to live.
Officer Oliver Klepsky.
Kate Young, the valedictorian of our graduating class.
“I read it because I’m a literate adult. I wasn’t summoning Satan.”
Of Morgan Jensen, the daughter of Skelm Island’s lightkeeper—although
Something foreign and dark. It makes me feel like I’m forgetting something important.
In fact, she’s the exact opposite; sunshine that fights her way through the clouds, refusing to let them overshadow her. It’s why, when she had her little meltdown at the precinct, I found myself volunteering to go to the lighthouse with her myself.
“So what is your first name?” “It’s Morgan.”
And when you’re down on your luck, you’ve gotta find luck in the people at your side.”
Girls with dark hair should not go red, Lincoln. I look like fucking Annabelle.”
How do you tell adults that you’re missing a limb when it was never physically attached to you in the first place? How do you explain heartbreak that young?”
“Hurt people lash out when they don’t know what else to do, and that lets animosity fester in gaping wounds.
“It means you never really know a person’s intentions until you ask them to tell you.”
“Then you come back home, and you let me hold you through the pain.”
“Deep wounds always leave a mark, killer. Some scar worse than others, and some don’t ever fully heal. They just scab over, muted and dulled until you prick them a certain way.”
“But there’s beauty in pain, baby.”
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“I want you, Morgan. Every day. And every night. Every fucked up, annoying, smart-ass thing you say, I want it all. Not because of who I think you were. But because of who you are.”
The truth doesn’t change just because people choose to deny it.
“People process trauma in different ways.”
