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...

With Stephanie gone from my life, I had expected a rush of freedom. Instead, I was now sharing an apartment with her daughter, which was...