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Chapters (42)
  1. Title Page
  2. About the Author
  3. By the Same Author
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. PART ONE
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. PART TWO
  16. 9
  17. 10
  18. 11
  19. 12
  20. 13
  21. 14
  22. 15
  23. 16
  24. 17
  25. 18
  26. 19
  27. 20
  28. PART THREE
  29. 21
  30. 22
  31. 23
  32. 24
  33. 25
  34. 26
  35. PART FOUR
  36. 27
  37. 28
  38. 29
  39. 30
  40. 31
  41. Acknowledgements
  42. Copyright

I’d call you nothing at all, but I want you to know this letter is for you, and that I know what you did to my brother. You are not a mother. You think you loved him, but you didn’t. Whatever sick fantasy you have, that what you did was natural, or special, it wasn’t. It was disgusting abuse. The regret of my life is that I didn’t stop you, and I didn’t help Alex. I was a coward. And Griff was too. If there was a God, you would be punished for what you did to him. I carry rage and hatred all the time. I lie to Dan because I feel. Why am I ashamed? I look at you and feel ashamed. I see I have seen worked with paedophiles. Murderers. Drink drivers who killed people. Abusers. I can’t think about you what you did to Alex who. I can’t put his name in the same None compare to you. None. I wish there was a Hell and I could see you in it. Paedophiles are nearly always the victims of abuse. Some of them think they are above the law, and morality does not apply to them. I’ve felt pity for them but I don’t feel it for you. I don’t care what happened might have happened in your childhood to you, when you were a child, or waste time wondering if it made you this way. I hope it was very bad. I believe you were born corrupt. You destroyed Alex. He was a child and you had no right to hurt him. If you had even a moment of conscience I would try my hardest to forgive you. I’m happy you hate me and I don’t have to bear the insult of your approval so-called love. There are no words to condemn you. But I saw you abuse your son. I want to not have it in my You Killed Him. I need to cut this pain from myself. Not for you but for Me. I’m Sometimes I’m glad he’s dead. At least he’s free from you.

Beatrice

She finished writing. It felt like poison filled her stomach and her blood. She tore out the page, and folded it, and put it in her pocket, and the train rose up out of the tunnel into France.

PART FOUR

PART FOUR

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