The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

Old habits die hard.

I don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them.

I close my eyes and I can still see his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes looking into mine. I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me. And that’s not even the worst thing he did.

Hey, Brooke, remember when your boyfriend tried to murder you? Man, those were good times.