CHAPTER NINETEEN
SOPHIE
I didn’t cry for him. I won’t. I’ve already done enough of that while he was alive.
Weston’s mother is beyond distraught, hysterical even, and while I feel bad that she lost her son, the relief that he’ll never be able to hurt me, or anyone else again, nearly brings a smile to my face. Throughout the service I feel numb, almost in shock, as people share stories about Weston. The entire room believes he was a good, loving man, and it makes me sick to know so many people are celebrating an abusive manipulator. As the pastor continues, I’m torn between the guilt of his death and the happiness I feel knowing I’m free from him.
He tried to kill Mason.
He would’ve killed me.
And if I would’ve escaped him, whoever he trapped next would’ve been the new target. Weston
