Chapter 6

I closed my eyes, weary and disgusted by it all.

Chester told me he'd made Theresa move out and promised that she wouldn't bother us anymore.

A bitter laugh caught in my throat when I realized this was his idea of justice for our child's death.

"Eunice, I got you your favorite oatmeal," he said gently, reaching for my hand. "Eat a little before you rest, okay?"

I flicked my hand impatiently, sending the sticky, hot oatmeal splashing all over him.

He'd always been particular about cleanliness, so this must have been pure torture for him.

I felt no remorse.…