Prologue I stabbed her with a palette knife. Repeatedly. Until she was dead. I know I’m not a killer at heart. But sometimes you do what...

2003 It proved her arrogance that she felt safe sitting beside a stream she couldn’t hear, reading a novel. Earphones blocked every...

I wasn’t in the habit of talking to anyone about anything going on inside my head. But Damien wasn’t anyone. Talking to him was different...

... if this was the year he’d returned to kill her, also. His error. But every year, the odor faded and she continued breathing. After an...