CHAPTER 35
Early fall. A crisp, breezy morning. I hear the rustling leaves outside the window of Sandy’s guest room.
It’s comfortable here. I’ve probably slept better in the past six weeks than I have since the incident last spring. Of course, getting myself off those drugs my dad and brother were slipping me has helped tremendously.
I suppose in a way Sandy was right. Even though there’s a medical explanation for my memory’s return, the fact that I’m here at all, that I’m safe, is nothing short of a miracle.
Marco got called into the police station the same day my memories came back. It didn’t take Drisklay long to convince him to testify. Which means they’re going after Dad next. I try to remember what Drisklay told me that day in his office. Just because someone’s a monster doesn’t
