The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

But I can’t tell that to Dorothy. I can’t reveal to her that the man who was my very first boyfriend is an inmate at Raker Maximum Security Penitentiary, currently serving life without the possibility of parole. And I’m the one who put him here.

The problem with your kid getting older is they know there are some things you can’t promise.

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.

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

“Also,” she adds, “he has a nice butt.”