Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Also by Alison Gaylin
- About the Publisher
You watch movies where someone kills another person for the first time, and if it’s a girl like me, they get hysterical. They scream and cry and say “Oh my God, what have I done?” again and again until some man has to slap her across the face.
Aurora Grace, it wasn’t like that for me.
I could hear Gabriel saying, “Oh my God, babe, oh my God.” And he sounded like a baby, like someone who needed taking care of. It made me want to slap him across the face. Or better yet shoot him. I might have done it too, if he didn’t know where Jenny was.
I didn’t say a word, didn’t feel a thing, until we got closer to the cop, and I saw his face. His eyes were big and still, the eyelids unblinking. His mouth was open, like he was about to say something but had forgotten what. That’s when it all became real for me—what I had done. The Timex watch. The wedding ring.
I hadn’t done God’s bidding. I hadn’t saved us from a monster. I had killed a man. I looked into his still, staring eyes and without saying a word, I told him I was sorry. I told his wife I was sorry. His kids, if he had them. I hope he didn’t have them. I put my hand over his eyelids, and I closed them so he could sleep.
Gabriel told me to cut it out. He warned me about fingerprints and went for Officer Nelligan’s gun, his handcuffs, and his wallet. I hope that shows you how different we are—that I’m not really like him. I think that spending all this time with Gabriel has made me turn a little, like when you leave a glass of milk out in the sun.
I think about that day in the future when you are born—when Jenny will be in my life and Gabriel won’t be, and I will be free and safe. In that future time, I will go to church every day. I will pray for Officer Nelligan and Papa Pete too, who when you think about it, wouldn’t have been killed if I hadn’t used him as an excuse to break up with Gabriel. I will even pray for Ed Hart. Every day, I will do something good for a person or an animal. I won’t go to sleep until I’ve made someone’s life better. And all those good deeds will turn me back.
For now, though, I just have to live through this. I have to be what I have become.
Love,
April
Twenty-Four
Robin
“I’M SO SORRY,” Renee said again, and it felt as though that momentary outburst had been a passing cloud, a few drops of rain, nothing more.