Chapter 15

Killing Rick was a way of making amends for the wrongs he did me or to ease my suffering and snub out the monsters plaguing my life.

Alexi is all about actions and not words, and you cannot get any louder than hunting down and slaying a pig-like Rick for me.

It’s not a lie, a game, a way to get to me—it’s a truth. I’m watching him now as he pours a drink and hides from me because he’s worried my reaction to his confession will be like his mother’s rejection and fear of him. Convinced I would only see a monster as she did. Seeing an unlovable cold murderer. Crushing his soul like a cruel woman did to a child who never deserved it. It explains so much about him.

I suddenly feel completely overwhelmed. All those floating emotions swirling around me and the ones that flood my heart are empathy and gratitude for a misunderstood little boy who shows his love in the strangest ways.

Like hunting down a dog killer and beating his car to death.

He didn’t tell me