CAROLINE
I don't know how long I stood there, snuggled in Sean's arms, listening to Malcolm's story. A story that seemed crazy and unrealistic, and that yet matched perfectly with ... well, everything. A story that made sense, albeit sick and twisted. And that shattered many of my certainties to their very foundations more than once.
Josie's illness and death, her mortality, my mother's decision, and not his, to turn to the demon ... his possession, the horror of being trapped in his own mind and having to watch as the demon did as he pleased with his body, with his voice.
"I wanted to die," he murmured. "Every time he used me to torture or hurt you, I prayed whatever God's are out there to let me die. I prayed... I wished you'd kill me, so you could avenge yourself and free me. And e
