A.R. Torre

“We all know who’s really holding the purse strings, dear. Men wouldn’t know where their shoes went if we weren’t there to point to their feet.”

“I told her that I didn’t care if they hate me. I’m not in the business of being liked.”

After all, you’ve got to know your enemy before you can destroy them.”

Broken women cannot be held accountable for their actions.

So I put my plan into action, and I did.

Part of the game, for many killers, is the con of the innocent, the hiding of the monster, the successful deception that proves to them that they are smarter and therefore superior.

Dedicated to Eva. I love you.

the hiding of the monster,

I digested the apology and found that it tasted sincere.

Losing a child was like losing a limb. You were reminded of it every time you moved, until the consistent adjustments to life became a permanent part of you.