Leo
I knew she wasn’t lying when she said she believed that monster, that beast, wouldn’t hurt her. But that only meant she was either braver than I was or a poor judge of character. I prayed for my sake the latter was true.
I didn't understand, though, how everything could be switched from wanting to keep things from her to shelter herself from me to wishing she knew everything.
I hated thinking of my sister; the image of her body hanging there, the state it was in, was burned in my memory, along with his sick, s.adistic smile when I found her.
Telling Katrina brought those memories surfacing, even though they were never far, in a rage that made it feel as if it had just happened.
But after, I felt...relieved?
I wanted to tell her it all, but I was terrified—f,ucking terrified— a fe
