SARAH
Confess.
To openly admit something or declare something that you’ve been hiding, keeping secret, or feeling guilty about.
Turns out what the rest of the world knows—and that includes their psychotic foster father who has been out of touch with the world, their world, for almost twenty f*****g years—that I don’t, exists.
It is not just a concept I made up in my head. It is not an abstract. It is a thing. It is their history, their truth.
Which means they lied.
They looked me in the eyes, time and time again, and lied to me.
Luke pulls a plastic chair from the darkness and sets it in front of me. There, he settles with his legs crossed and a twisted smile on his face.
The bruises from my fingers are all over his forehead and neck. Before he somehow managed to make me un
