Chapter 26

He has almost done a three-sixty turnaround since I left, and a massive part of me still doesn’t understand how someone can change so drastically towards a person, even though I know he had my journals. Even though he had a lot of time thinking and learning about me, I wish he didn’t know.

Unless it’s all a clever part of a bigger game, and it’s all lies.

Then there is the Rick confession, and I did not see that coming at all and to be honest, I don’t think I had the brain capacity to take it in when he told me. I was at saturated levels of emotion, and it was one more block to a pile of scattered bricks that I couldn’t put together. Today, however, I’m pulling that little titbit out of my head and examining what he said.

He didn’t just track down the man who abused me and screwed me up for all eternity; he didn’t find him and put a bullet in his head and end his reign of terror on young girls across Hackney. He said he made him suffer.

I don’t know if I want