Chapter 16
Elijah
Every day I recited the same sentence over and over.
I’m not crazy.
I’m not crazy.
I’m not crazy.
I wasn’t crazy. Harley was Ellie. Ellie was my little sister. But Roland kept telling me otherwise. I expected these kinds of lies from a bastard like him, but what I didn’t understand was how they got Ellie to lie. How he brainwashed Ellie into playing along, pretending she was Harley. My stepsister. That monster’s flesh and blood.
Maybe it wasn’t Ellie. The girl Roland brought in here the other day sure looked a lot like her, but he didn’t allow me to get close to her. Maybe it was a trick of the mind, my subconscious so damn desperate for Ellie to be alive I only saw what I wanted to see. I had to get Roland to let me see that little girl again so I could make sure.
