I’d hidden the pills in a sewn-in pocket of a purse I never used.
Dennis found them anyway.
I’d been off them for nearly a month. I was finally starting to feel like myself again.
A week or two earlier, and he would have killed me for sure. But not that Tuesday morning. I was thinking more clearly than I had in years. I felt like me, not some zombie toy of his.
And I knew I had to save you.
Save my little girl at all costs.
Your father had never hurt you before, Justine. I want you to know that. In spite of how wicked and evil he was, he never caused you any type of physical injury. Even when he threatened to, it was only to keep me compliant.
Dennis shoved me against the wall. He threatened to force-feed me all the pills at once, spelled out how long and painful my death would be
