My life wasn’t meant to be like this. The night before my eighteenth birthday, I sat on the dock at the end of our cabin and created a mood board for my five-year-plan, using clippings from my mom’s old magazines. I cut out a graduation cap and gown, and next to it stuck a photocopy of my acceptance letter to the Northwestern Aviation Academy. That girl…she was full of hope and had a pure heart. She didn’t have bad thoughts and do bad things. She didn’t have to call the Sinners Anonymous hotline every week. What would she think if she saw me now? Dining with monsters. A monster herself.
