I laughed, letting the sound echo down the silent hallway, leaving him there alone, the heavy rainfall pounding against the window as if it had a rhythm of its own.
He threw the diary away and stopped thinking about Sirena Ferguson. He tried to make it up to me.
He showered me with gifts, all while tracking down everyone who had wronged me, returning their cruelty twofold.
Some were thrown in the rubbish bin and bitten by dogs, some had happy marriages shattered, some disappeared, and some went to jail.
Terry Black hunted down each of my tormentors, dismantling their lives in a wave of brutal vengeance, trailing behind me like a loyal dog, hoping for some scrap of forgiveness.
But Terry… nothing you do will ever be enough. Nothing will ever pay back what you took.
He even went so far
