The Inmate

by Freida McFadden

I never saw the face of the man who tried to kill me. The power was out that night and everything was pitch black. But I knew Shane very well. I knew the feel of his body. The smell of him. I knew it was him. It had to be. Because if it wasn’t him, I have made a terrible mistake.

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

And I can’t say I don’t love being loved.