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.

Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you.

Well, except for trying to kill me that one time.

“I’ll never feel about anyone else the way I feel about you.”

“Not being together would completely suck.”

Or Kayla lying on the bed, her chest covered in fresh blood, her eyes staring up at the ceiling.

Kayla was inside the house. Which means whoever did this to her was inside the house.