BOOK SIX: UNMASKED, 7 DEADLY SINS: PRIDE

I scan through my friends’ Instagram feed. Post after post, their photos detail the end-of-spring-semester trip I planned for us. While chilly sixty-degree rain falls outside my window here in Iowa, they enjoy sand, drinks, and bikinis in Key West.

While part of me wishes to be anywhere else but here, the other part of me is glad Mona’s suffering ended. If it needs to rain, today is the perfect day. When I stood at the graveside, I ...